[intro: FM wave rolls in with solid bass thump] Ahh Sic’ its been a bit since i heard your lyrics, appears that You may’ve slipped the scene And yet Gone Green out west wish you the best Its just- and i do not jest- Gotten so used to talkin’ to ghosts and goblins that often People answer me in other rooms Damn not talkin to them talkin to you Not capital why lowercase why Coz really im not talking to you per se But rather my idea of who ya is Thus to someone who is not A habit that gets me blocked on social media No loss but trying not to be creepy here You dig you hear nah you disappear Wish you good cheer while i talk to myself to you over here So quick Sic such syllabic slick used to gush out my lips so lush put a hush across all walks of life every type now sometimes its like white noise Skips and scratches data voids Dangerous data loss and phonetics vomit Slush out my mouth like mush gotta ask myself, the fuck? How? Serious what the hell? Break down of synaptic paths Fade out of that which grasps passing percolations Arranges observations into cascades Of conclusions based On one concept run to conclusion Fuck Sic’ gets harder every sunset To grasp the void’s intelligence I still sense it but it’s effervescent translucent Elusive a conclusion i cant quite come to I lose it So Sic’ once again you got that degree in consciousnesses hierarchy so tell me Its the age right? Twilight of life? Despite the cryin im still aligned just fine But to what just takes more time to define Hope the hills you climb are gentle And the water there clean But if not you Maybe me We all got dreams and some we deem important Some dont give a shit But achievement of them is the metric To determine who wins once deceased Im out Peace
