Karaoké BlackBoxWarrior OKULTRA Will Wood

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson syndrome on the ER floor

Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic

Well the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges

Roman candles at both ends in his synapses

And the method with which he recycled his humors

Trojan horse'd his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD50

Yes yes

And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior

He skipped this town and headed straight down history

Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue tuxedo

Quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers

Ego a mosquito

Evil incarnate, good incognito

Pops placebos for libido

Screamin' Bless the torpedoes

For what, for what

For what it's worth

If it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now

For what, for what

For what it's worth

There's no more lookin' back

It's lookin' up or lookin' down

Well he was wearin' stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose

Around his Lotus jugular when they came

Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face

And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in

Hungarian harmonic

But he cocked his noggin

Through his stoma sang

For Auld Lang Syne

Happy birthday to the succulents

I'll die your hydroponics

His rib cage was a hornet's nest

Palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a Turk's head knot

An axle hitch, a Carrick bend

He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee

Auf wiedersehen

Au revoir

He gripped his wits right by their ends

For what, for what

For what it's worth

If it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now

For what, for what

For what it's worth

There's no more lookin' back

It's lookin' up or lookin' down

Hello welcome

Why don't you take a seat

Get comfortable, relax

Take a second if you need to

Now what's botherin' you

Well why don't we start at the beginnin'

Growin' up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence

Did you have xenon orchid sinews spillin' down the outer center of your bloomin' Escher-Mandelbrot head

And how about claustrophilic tendrils clappin' caskets closed on seven-knuckled thumbs

Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands

Your projector eyes castin' sci-fi's on your STR'd strands

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose

Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you

Your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole

Did you die before your day

Thursday traction

Tuesday titration

My hope is to assess through my objective report

Of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasonin' works as well as this transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics

You got a better idea

It's about the best we could come up with

What you think ideas spread because they're good

No they spread because people like them

So here we are once again

Holdin' as it were a mirror up to your mirror

I guess it's just somethin' people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure

Wine to rev your motor function

Coital machinations of the dead

Well you mainline your animus

Karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead

But I never did think you better than this

Your modus operandi

Causes Nazi-Skoptzyism and suicide

Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem

Not the things you do but somethin' sick inside

Lithium and dialectics

Boy you really is defective

CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it

Offer up your innocence

Please ignore the side effects

You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before so you'll be fine

For what, for what

For what it's worth

If it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now

For what, for what

For what it's worth

There's no more lookin' back and why would you want to look back

I mean it's no good lookin' back so try to look forward now

For what, for what

For what it's worth

If they were gonna get you boy they would have by now

For what, for what

For what it's worth

There's no more lookin' back

It's lookin' up or lookin' down now