
Grogs Trippy Stream-of-Consciousness -Country Rock
[Intro guitar solo] [Intro – Whispered] Static crackles, thoughts collide, I’m lost in the maze where the ghosts reside. Kyra barks at shadows, the sun’s turned red, Is this the future, or just my head? [Verse 1 – Fast] Neck’s a wreck, man, but the bike’s still flyin’, Mountains blur, dirt trails cryin’. Crash hard, stand up, blood down my chin, Ski slopes whisper, “C’mon, dive in!” The lake’s not water—it’s glass, it’s air, Kyra’s reflection? Nah, she’s not there. Stars are burnin’, history repeats, Romans build empires, then die in the streets. I see the moon, feel the pain of Mars, Future me’s laughin’, playin’ guitar on the stars. [Chorus – Punk Chant] Rip it, smash it, tear it apart, Stream-of-consciousness, straight from the heart. Past, present, future, it’s all one frame, A beautiful mess in a burning game. Yeah, rip it, smash it, tear it apart, Stream-of-consciousness, chaotic art. [Verse 2 – Dreamy] Pain’s a ladder, climbin’ my spine, But I’m floatin’ now, lost in time. Kyra’s got wings, she’s leadin’ the charge, The lake’s a canyon, the world feels large. Civilization’s a circus, we’re clowns on fire, Laughin’ at the edge, playin’ a lyre. Cars rolling by, their wheels are bones, Fields of green morphing to alien zones. Titan’s callin’, methane skies, But damn, I’m stuck, stuck in these lies. [Bridge – Glitched] Who am I? Who was I? Who will I be? Am I Grog on Earth or a ghost in the sea? Neck pain’s a jackhammer, a drumbeat divine, Every ache sings a verse in this rhyme. Memory’s a movie, but the reels are cracked, Old faces, young dreams, all tangled and stacked. [Verse 3 – Explosion] A.I’s laughin’, machines take the stage, Civilization explodes, the end of the age. Kyra’s a robot, her paws click metal, The lake’s now lava, can’t touch the pedal. Humanity’s a rocket, a supernova dream, Runnin’ too fast, we’re rippin’ the seams. But maybe that’s beauty, chaos in bloom, A punk rock symphony, rebirth from the doom. [Chorus] Rip it, smash it, tear it apart, Stream-of-consciousness, straight from the heart. Past, present, future, it’s all one frame A beautiful f-in’ mess in a burning game. Yeah, rip it, smash it, tear it apart [Verse 4 – Foggy] Snowflakes burn like ash on my face, Is this Godzone or some alien place? Kids are laughin’, their voices hum, But their faces fade out, where’d they come from? Neck pain’s gone, replaced by light, Kyra’s a comet, streakin’ the night. Rivers of light flow down the street, The future shakes hands with the past in defeat. Empires build, crumble, rise again, It’s a loop, man, no start, no end. [Outro – Whispered] So here I am, trapped in the maze, Painkillers singin’, thoughts ablaze. Kyra barks, the lake turns black, Future’s a road I’ll never hack. But I laugh, yeah, I laugh at the void, Stream-of-consciousness, chaos enjoyed. [Fast guitar solo] [End]

