Warming Up the Brain Farm - Lo Fidelity Allstars

Dear God, the patient’s best intentions have sadly faltered

Despite his newly installed, varnished brain

And being force-fed gallons of viscous, demented liquor

He is determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy

He dreams of becoming a scorpion who never sweats

Quite frankly, I’m sickened to have this individual infiltrate my headspace

He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second

As the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by

In the form of a neon snake

Massive delusions?

Very probably

I fear for my safety

He is as weak as his fellow man

I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks

Clowns, fools, sycophants, and the desperate

I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients cohesive lyrical maps

In exchange for a vision of the future

Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal toxins

Hardcore punk paste

Allstars takin' over

Stick 'em up, motherfucker!

We’re going to throw it down

Nothing seems that weird anymore