Flipped on my perceptik cogs
Checked in with the future Gods
For melodies of bees and hogs
Start my day the perfect way
Burned the batch of mazzy funk
Poor girl noise and choke style punk
Clapped it on and off I slunk
To the stream-x-sonic subway
First I need my iris scanned
As I smell the breeze of electric tin
With purple lights I'm motioned in
Wink the gain to minus ten
Fell asleep and missed my stop
Got rousted by a low-beam cop
Got a ticket-patch for illicit flop
Then froze me with his Jesus gun
That don't mean I'm shot down yet
The glow below of the whisper jet
It all means so much to us
We dream below the rainbows rust
Clipped on my streetmatic clogs
Pushed through the hyped-out fervent fogs
Found my way with sensoid jogs
New radio structure
State my name and locus frame
Paid the price for crashing fame
The apprentice sparks his initial flame
The printout signs says, "Further"
Antique minds with rivered hair
Stream-x-sonic subway fare
Stay in touch electric dear
Our lightmap eyes together