My Chimerical Mind - The Lightning Year

In the blink of an eye

The end is visualized

With a plane crashing through the ceiling

Or will my body just combust from inside?

Cus when the sun it fades and waves me bye-bye

I lay and think of all the ways I could die

I gotta bury these images draining my soul

Gimme some alcohol

Go on and chug back the jug stick the throttle to the bottle

I need some help to unwind

Yeah c’mon and flip off that lid, I’m just a kid on the skids

Who’s self is too serpentined

I’m gonna bask in the buzz with my psyche reclined

Cus I been hanging off the edge of the line

I’m getting crocked on the wine

Knocking out my Chimerical Mind

In the flash of a light

I’m in a dream at night

Well there’s a corpse in the park

Screwed by some preachers singing nursery rhymes

But I ain’t hanging round to observe

I’m waking up out of this theatre absurd

Oh my head is so funny

Its enough to make me silly

Or loco

Drown it out with some vintage rock n roll

So hit the club down the street

Feel the beat, move your feet

The girls are boppin in time

Yeah I wanna unspool my bones

Play some Beatles and Stones

Silence this noggin of mine

I’m gonna dance off my pants till I’m feeling fine

Cus I been hanging off the edge of the line

I’m rocking out like a swine

Blockin out my Chimerical Mind

But distraction ain’t gonna save you

And maybe I’ve known it all along

So just grin and say I don’t care

Whats under the stairs

All the heroes and winners were all scared babies once you know

You gotta flip it to the outside

And make use of all the madness that your thinking of

Cus if you treat it right

Theres no need to fight

My chimerical mind

So give it warmth and light (with some water to grow)

And it’ll paint and write (melodies will be aplenty and flow)

Till an idea takes flight (like a river rolling long into the unknown)

Setting off like a holy butterfly

(And hey ho!)

Thats/I'm reachin you!

At the end of the jig you’ll be judged by no other

Than the man in a wig looking blank through the mirror

So assign precious time to an art if you wanna

Give the world, some divine song or rhyme, midst the horror

You can run, you can hide

But you’ll never find your inner peace or pride

Do it.

Do it.

Only really you can do it…