when things are outta whack

and they might collapse

and at the end of the day

you still can't relax

and physically you ache

like a cavity feelin' the blind

on your mind and the rest

of your body

listen to your heartbeat

flow and imagine

become jackson pollack

air brush chinese dragons

on a sky blue conversation

van or electra

buick of the mind full of

luminous matter

and slowly all the pressure

recedes and you stop to decay

naturally think clearly

ultimately through your grace

will give way to traffic jams

submachine guns in hand

city red-necks who think

like the omega man

feelin' the extremes

of the times we're livin'

stockpile spaghetti-o's

and cheerios plannin'

to survive that fall-out shit

its not ambiguous

it be continous

its all about us

its for real man

the continuous life there is no end

movin' through life

movin' through death

my radio emits a signal form

a strange noise the kind of which

i've never heard before

i scan the dial for more stations

but all i get is an eerie feelin'

i'm not dreamin' this is the real dealin'

there's nothin like this trance

i'm caught in a daze

cuz i'm finally out of my body

the blue lights are ablaze

yeah i'm really amazed

and feelin' so light that's right

lift off and i'm into the sky

as if a hologram were created

to shift my conciousness

changed again and i'm flung

in the rift

i wanna be free i wanna do right

i move through the portal

to be purified