Drifting in the void, the silence screams, Space Munks lost, in a realm of broken dreams. Black hole's grip, pulling him through, Echoes of time, lost in the blue. Space Munks, Space Munks, lost in the abyss, Time and space collide in endless twist. Hallucinate the way, find a path to light, He trippin' out man, I don't know if he might. Space Munks, Space Munks, lost in the abyss, Time and space collide in endless twist. Hallucinate the way, find a path to light, He trippin' out man, I don't know if he might. He trippin' out man, I don't know if he might. Space Munks, Space Munks, lost in the abyss, Time and space collide in endless twist. Hallucinate the way, find a path to light, He trippin' out man, I don't know if he might. Space Munks, Space Munks, lost in the abyss, Time and space collide in endless twist. Hallucinate the way, find a path to light, He trippin' out man, I don't know if he might. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ shit... yo drift drift drift we gone... yo drift drift drift.. yo drift drift drift we gone, void hum low like subbass moan, monks float slow wit da smoke tone grown from dat old clone zone, each robe glow dim dull, skull full of static and code, foldin da load of aeons untold, souls cold bold gold-mold flow, whole cosmos bend like a broke elbow, I move like a drip of antimatter in a glass of woe, black hole pullin on my backbone, vacuum got my halo blown, space monks chantin “uhh” in feedback drone, pitch shift slick like glitch in a ribcage tone, time loop groan, mind soup foam, I’m home in da dark where da spark got sewn. void screamin but it whisper sweet, silence lick my ear wit heat, stars bleedin out dat concrete beat, memory shatter in discrete sheets, we twist in repeat streets of light years steep, da creep deep sleep leap where da echoes keep secrets in cheap reverb, words slur into verbs that blur into nerves that serve dat burn dat churn dat curve of da world I observe, space monks spinnin in kinetic prayerless rotation, vibration nation made of mutation, translation: devastation laced wit creation, equation break like glass jaw in gravitation. I see a monk melt, laugh like “hell yeah slime, dat hurt felt divine,” dat line rewinded five times in my spine, define decline as incline to redesign what’s mine, every rhyme unwind like vine through spine of time, I grind grime fine till it shine like cryin iron, lyin in defiance of divine alignment, I’m primed to find confinement in assignment to confinement, silence riot inside my eyelids, violins screamin binary sirens, guidance flicker like glitchy stylus ridin through timeless violence, stylin in asylum of stars scarred hard bars charged by quasars, carvin my name in carbon scars while far apart monks spark tar in jars of compressed Mars. bass rumble crumble bubble gut like double clutch in shuttle flux, monks mumble somethin about luck, I shrug, duck, pluck photon out the muck, struck by thunder under wonder hunger, blunder in a thunderclap of slumber trap, dat’s facts faxed back through wormhole tracks, stack racks of waxed black cracks, nullus relax? nah slime I relapse, collapse maps, adapt, overlap traps till reality snaps, orbit taps in syncopation pattern scatter matter flatter chatter batter data splatter and still we swirlin, still we twirlin in dat void thick as oil slick boilin coilin toil of cosmic spoil, joy foil royal turmoil, space monks loyal to da noise coil, driftin infinite, intimate wit da pulse of infinite incidents, every instant distant yet persistent, I’m resistant to existence consistent wit da friction of fiction, addiction to conviction affliction depiction of prediction yo and I whisper slow “we gone bro, far past flow, da glow too low for show but we still know dat void love nullus though,” monks nod in fog, grog of nebula clog lungs, tongue sung unsung song of wrong among rung of ladder shattered matter scatter fatter chatter splatter we ghosts in da groove, slime proof and bullet truth, space monks move like smoke through loops of blue hue glue, crew too few but view through dew of new truth, and da void hums back, bass slap like bruise, sayin “lost yeah but you still choose.” yo drift drift drift we gone...
