I'm tearing down everything I used to be
from the ground up
no I don't wanna see my hands all tied up
in hand-cuffs
but I'm sick of the rules
and of all this outside influence
so I'm gonna do what I wanna
and smoke marijuana with all my friends
Holding in whatever light we have left in this electronic world
I'm breathing in through this metallic barrel
spittin my smokestack to the lord
when I'm breathing fire like holy prayer I just want you to know
my eyes have never looked the same since these drugs
induced my soul
What if everything was just how it seemed
would it be worth it to come back to me
what if everything was exactly how it seemed
would it be worth it to trust anyone at all
hallucinations are interpretations
of reflections past life lovers
that have been built up by
epidermis legions in Benghazi, Serefli
this life your own story so in turn,
please don't try to control with me with your words
fuck websters dictionary look up rebirth
only then, only then can you try to judge me
I was born into the model of a model citizen
I was a product of this world before I ever entered in
I'm just a finger painting of 1,000 fingerprints
I'm sick of all this outside influence
I've been molded by my family
I've been molded by my friends
I've been coated up in plaster but tonight this ends
with a lighter
an Idea
and a black pen
hook
Teach us how to live
cuz no one really knows
once I had a dream
that all I did was cry out why
Counting lots of sheep
don't forget to weep
life is ecstasy
transforming you and me
try to run away
and find yourself decay
want to go back home
but there's no place left to stay
Philadelphia's Starkey operates in his own head-spinning sonic universe, blending laser-like pinpricks of sound with tripping rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 10, 2016