Up to my eyeballs in sunshine, waiting on the muse I need to think a spell [this will take awhile]
Pulled the Cosmic Trigger and now the abyss is claiming souls left and right, up is down and down is up
Those people who know my mind best I can't keep losing you, I can't keep losing
those that I can truly talk to those that don't know how much they touched my soul gave that spark in the darkness help me find this path who are taking this savage journey to create the wyrd
There is no such thing as coincidence, there's only programmed synchronicity. Tek was right, program or be programmed
Life after Life Death after Death I found my awareness staring into the abyss
shit homie, you ain't no fun I think I'll hop off at this bardo
intermediation between hyperspace it's all in the edits and cut up they ain't gonna catch me slippin
Up to my eyeballs in sunshine as I roll up this rhyme anti-time, skippin a beat or two time and space is the set and setting but we can be in the in-between in the cut-up and edits it's all there in the everywhen
Now let go... let go... let the heartbeat bring you back the abyss ain't nothin to fuck with me
everything is alright forever and ever rest in power Tek the abyss brings us all back home...