Verb T

Yeah, I got ‘em caught in the mellow hype
While I sit, transfixed, staring at a yellow light
Castles in clouds looking kinda heaven-like
I’m old school sega
Peeps see the Mega Drive
Let me fly
Rain feeds the greenery
Defend while the four machines rape the scenery
Makin’ my escape down the stream with these
Makeshift boats made from leaves and trees
My head shrouded in a grey mist
Longing to escape, make my way back to nature
Engines and pistons coughing up red oil
They’re after me
My mastery
Gotta leave them foiled
To the soil
The life bed
Not yet
Feel it in my heart right here
This is God sent
And I send hell spawn to their cot deaths
Spreading my wings wide
And exhale a long breath
Chorus 2x

The burning vapour
Scent of eternal danger
Cradle of life
Hand rocks the manger
Now plagued with the curse of ancients
Until we break free
And return to nature

Fliptrix

I’m gonna fly out this world on a bless tip
Get blessed with colourful pyrotechnics
Visions on a wide lens tip
Eyes mirror spitting claret when a neck’s slit
Militant hydro-peng spliffs
Rights and the passion -mechanical fashion extras
Dash past the hedges
IPod touch never touched nerves like solar plexus
Yet the sun’s got my back like its co-defendant
Seeing patterns from a crystal as I hold the pendant
Cryptic messages from spirit worlds past to present
So I be chilling like Marshall
With a Parker on a purple hill
Breath particles are part florescent
When the bar’s revealed
Turn a skyscraper into child
With only thoughts of will
Hallucinate till the only thing I see is parks and fields
Rivers run silver
Not like cars emitting harmful fuels
Beautiful enigma is place I be embarking to
Chorus 2x

The burning vapour
Scent of eternal danger
Cradle of life
Hand rocks the manger
Now plagued with the curse of ancients
Until we break free
And return to nature