[Verse 1: Bender]
Crawled out the Cambrian seas
Came from the deep, made a beeline straight for the trees
Replaced the jungle with skyscrapers and streets
Jet stream to the west, highway to the east
Soon, see the white orchid in bloom
Sow's head on a stick and the flies swarm where it looms
I see the youth getting high scorching a spoon
Make me wanna go and fashion the mic cord to a noose
Or wait for our light source to balloon
The world turn back to magma the firestorm can resume
Tonight I'm asking the psych ward for a room
Having fevered dreams of death on a white horse in the gloom
Men of science warn that we're doomed
In due time we won't have no more lifeforms to consume
'Cause we can put cyborgs on the moon
But still can't rinse the stink of the primordial ooze

[Chorus: W. Delion]
It took a long time to forget what passed
Sand dunes bubble into pools of glass
And with the bad moon rising, in the falling sky
Look for me on the dark side

[Verse 2: Patience]
Hooded falcons circle garbage that they see as rats
Artificial islands shaped like spiders wherein we relax
Couldn't fathom the hardships, only dream of cash
Self not exempt, no one calls their own a fiendish laugh
Rodent smells another rotting that it thinks is trash
Unarmed kid shot by pig, pig fails to link the past
Prior generations did the same but we can shrink the gap
Your influence is illegitimate, I'm sick of your indignant badge
This refuse should have been recycled, that's a fucking fact
Suffer from another's lapse in judgement we can run the track
Paved over a habitat, with all the gravitas of grabbing ass
And blame your friends, never made amends, it's the way it went, I'm not mad at that
Mistaken cloud-gazer, that's not a bird but a floating drone
Controlled by subpar technology to your mobile phone
No vacancy at your safe haven and when you're forced from your home
Look for Patience Flight Distance, poet warlord of Boca Raton

[Chorus: W. Delion]
It took a long time to forget what passed
Sand dunes bubble into pools of glass
And with the bad moon rising, in the falling sky
Look for me on the dark side

[Verse 3: Escrol]
That firewater out the Cuyahoga, mixed with that ayahuasca and psychotropics
Got that mind to open, that siren's song to the sky's Corona
Walking dead while the copperhead trying to bite the cobra
Y'all been bottle-fed while your idol's stanking of lime and sulfur
The correlation in Whitey Bolger and Iacocca
Water whippers chipping them pies of coca and Chrysler motors
Ivory poachers, land claimants and rightful owners
Fight promoters with rifles loaded thugging for white Jehovah
Ayatollahs tryna build an altar
Preacher man look more like Geechee Dan tryna fill their coffers
'Round the time the kid was a wiz at Contra
Olly moving arms like he Piston Honda in Nicaragua
They whip the soft into Rickenbacker
While Knickerbocker still'll sell that story of prince and pauper to children watching Taking them pigs to slaughter
They kill ya' father, you kill they father
They're calling that intifada but shit is karma 

[Chorus: W. Delion]
It took a long time to forget what passed
Sand dunes bubble into pools of glass
And with the bad moon rising, in the falling sky
Look for me on the dark side