(Follow the wind song, follow the thunder. Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes - 2x)​​ [sampled from Hair - Where Do I Go]

[Jak Tripper]

Word to DeMambro I built a town in one week
The modern Aldous Huxley with crystalline dreams
I build brave new worlds with powdered dust drink
We room service we get down and dusting
Put a smoke circle around scalps like Saturn, crown of dust rings
If the flock is proud choke their spout
I'm trying to down the cuff links
Bodies drowning in doubles found in cup links
My inner child still bubble pounds of dust flakes
I'm from the mountains upstate
I get down on one ways
In hotels I get busy like Charles Brown with cut cake
Black gowns on Sunday, black clouds will sun raise
Drop that well magic back down the tongue cave
I react like luminol splash back at blood stains
Duel afterburners take off, turn backs to run ways
I've always been deaf just ?? more paranoia flashbacks and gun play
Anybody in the church get mass on with
Put a body in the hearse or body in the verse, we get anarchic
Anybody in the church get mass on with
Put a body in the hearse or body in the verse, we get anarchic

[Ecoli]

Bible of degrees, do this for me, family, the ladies and my legacy
What you think of as hibernation
I know of salvation beyond the point of getting high
I dwell in the oblivion, wish that I didn't
Crucified Chemist, til my ashes in dust
They pass me around to all you fucks
I'm that creepazoid permanently run to avoid
Enjoy my voice, this no longer feels any void
You all past the point of paranoid
Life time future sickness
So I guess I better start to enjoy this
Or slit my wrist at the dinner table at your grandmother's crib
Speech slurred so what
Buy my product you fuck
I'm really recorded like a gentleman fighting off the urge to bash your head in
And begin to blaming
She leaped head first out the window connecting full force with the pavement
Explaining she had been drinking, talking all night about some ending
The frustration of her dealing with someone whose emotions are so frozen
Can see my own breath in June like I'm some sort of mutant
Everyday her heart grows colder and I grow more bipolar
I'm out like the unborn child of fucking Amy Winehouse

(One of the major hallmark symptoms of chronic brain injury is personality changes, aggressive behavior, problems in someone's personal life.)