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Is it early in the morning or late at night?
It's perfect in this room with these wicked lights
and I have the ability to dissemble time
It's like turning a clock into a chime
The minutes they slip away I'm lost in the groove of
Matthew Allen Mabe
Every second is the peak of my life I'm stepping
into a trance when I'm steppin away from the mike
Like a loner that's never alone
Like a stoner that's never been stoned
Soak it in on the freeway
It's okay to have mood swings
Be careful with your savior
Some might say, it's the danger of dangers
It's dripping from my toes and into shoes and into your bones
It's a reflection of freedom it's our ideas and we need em
It's a fuzzy love drug energy it's an apple and a circus and a money tree
It's and echo impression, its a billion boiling bubbles and toils toys and no troubles
I exist in the kick of the drum with Mary Jane deep in my lungs
Watching the trees sway in the breeze lying with my Lioness watching the walls breath
An explosion you can not hear
No signal in your inner ear
Waves crash megapixel backlash
The digital revolution is leaving nothing to laugh at
The information age is washing over
Gaining everything I lack