Sittin' in the Boiler Room amongst cobwebs and heat
Do the varmints in the wall like the beat?
Scurry left to right- I can hear them while they walk
Nibble and bite at the wires- they admire how I talk
My sight split
The pipes drip onto the concrete
Following the mellow streams, hollow as a zombie
Shallow castaway, feel the flow of the blood
Dirt coagulates, sink my toes into the mud
It's fun when you between the time zones
With rhythm and rhyme tones
Similar Brothers Grimm and divine poems
When I go to the outside world
I feel my eyes go to fully refined side notes
I devise my own arrival
With the stealth of a Thief, I feel the feet beat above me
The crickets dig the melody, they're tellin' me it's lovely
And something inside sparks like steel and flint
I feel it when I really begin dealing with life between real and pretend
Extend a hand from out my cage- the barbed wire is cold
It tears the pruney skin, the ruby red liquid exposed
It flows to the beat of life that Thief and me provide
I need a plate of food for soul and I'll remain insane inside
And I can tell you now as data travels intercontinental through foil tubes
We do this for a divine and royal few
Who dig the swell messages dwelling within the interstellar stew
Independently produced within this Boiler Room
It's the Boiler Room

As the pen strokes move freely-
Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdad
The eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movement
So put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and minds
Listen
I mean, really listen
This is the Boiler Room

Walk lost
Pace around an open concept
The air is damp, the lung is strong
My song- it isn't sung yet
I promise, when it is, you will know
All of you will
Recognize the real inside the Boiler Room atop the hill
And when the sun rains on the mass of land
And the master grabs the man
I plan to live forever, beneath the grass and sand
And when the day comes for the next big thing to finally find control
They'll dig beneath the Boiler Room-
My story will be told