[Verse 1]

Lets start with the lead in the pencil’s tip
Held at a slight angle by my fingertips
And the pencil might dangle till I get a glimpse
Of the right angle to write scrambling sentences
Eraser marks over faint remarks
The midget in my brain who has a patriarch
Over the insecure glitches that pass through my mind
Some are stacked in the back, some will last as a rhyme
But what happens to forgotten thoughts?
Are they harbored on docks as homogenous globs
Or are the molecules docked and the particles stocked
Into file cabinets as articles locked away
My brain’s a basin for electric currents
Where skeptic surges are connected by symmetric circuits
That amplify down my spine as vibrations
Percussion of the body its own divine language
An Entropy of atoms is traveling
My heart’s metronome is a stepping stone
Till the music of my mind becomes textual
Feel the bass in my knuckles and wrist
Through the pencil to the paper, it’s a functional bliss

[Hook]

Zoom, Zoom, Zoom (x10)

[Verse 2- PopKey]

Guess he’s less skeptical in windowpane spectacles
A needlepoint veil has been lifted as I envision
Pockets full of lost hope
Stocked in the cosmos
Thoughts of aspiring scientists and their lab rats
Demons to the mad, insane
Equal on an astral plane
Reason why the paints blue
Picasso in the last phase
Souls sold into pulpits
Tolls go to the pope and
Since Constantine seen constant culprits
But a cactus mulch will still patch and poultice
What ancient peoples used to use to map the solstice
Same tools shake an orbital cycle
Pagan and martyrs revival
Pardon my mortally titled terms
But its morally vital I write viral bars
So I can beckon identity from the shining stars
Art cordially recited
You are formally invited
To zoom

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

At 3 AM I think I felt the earth turn
Felt time slither like an earthworm
Frisco marinated in streetlights
I Caught the earth spinning like a thief in the night
Usually he’s a mythical silhouette
Invisibly manifests, he sneakily pirouettes
The frequencies intercept, and each time you blink
He creeps by you think, the secret is in his step
He uses his control as a weapon
Carrying dufflebags filled with stolen perceptions
Plucked from our 5 senses
Mystery’s bouncer, white fences deny entrance
Lost in the moment he harmoniously motions
The solar system folds until he ornamentally orbits
He’s silent in hallways, find him in tall tales
He’s dormant in dorm rooms, he’s vibrant in yard sales
As inside jokes tip toe round globes
Engineered by the jeers of this nomads tone
Puppeteers body language from a programmed show
So our preconceived indecencies won’t stand out
Caught him in the shadows, I think he was self-conscious
I invited him to dinner he shook me he’s tectonic
He circles on the surface like nobody else on it
But I saw his cheeks blush, when the sun set. Bare flesh
Bruise when the moon lit, chafe when the air left, fade when I zoomed in