(Welcome to the end of civilization as you know it. Things are changing now. No one has ever seen this before. you're said to prepare, prepare yourself for a new beginning, prepare yourself for Hyphon, prepare yourself for Brahman Shaman, because it's coming) -Brahman Shaman Pick up the habit, set it down let it go/ repeat the steps everything drowns in growth/ everyone feels depleted, pounded low/ so it's weather the winter or get found in snow,/ sounds expose what we remove from sight, so even in sunshine it never comes to light/ well, we the people are what we hum and write, until we've done it right, there'll be no light, in our life/ perpetual days work, greet the un-setting sun with an amazed smirk/ reflecting on all the things we made hurt/ or not, repercussions will still surface later/ Kerchifed waiter, service prayer, divine/ surface to air, warships ensnared, benign/ hurts over cares, merchants don't share, surprise/ sarcastic then ironic with their fading dim eyes, shit life/ is what you make of it so I learn like I live forever but play like tonight's my last night/ Because of all the cases that it is/when you have the pigskin make a difference/ in the meantime instant, play cards close to chin and/ make them give up to you in inches/ ignore its efforts to make you flinch kids/ bark provides quite a distance/ to the bite doesn't seem viscious/ looks like a strangle, but just pinches/so take your angle and quick clinch it/ do your work with what your kit is/ like my crew fills mad niches/ armed with energy intent serendipity and a little kismet/ its intense we open hand or fist it/ til it fits in/ world is a kitchen, or pages of fiction/ places of friction/ staging of a misfit, we're generation missing/ the worlds a stage/ it's your play/ open to relate, today is your day/ easy for one to say but the need for pay has dreams frayed/ let's demonstrate it/ We may be in the same spot/ you might be up with AIM bots/ never been cramped in a sane lot/ you view this as a lame plot/ Sometimes I kick it with the Grimm family band/ and he skims and he scams/ get a limb from the man/ turn it to kingdom in hand/ hand it back to the mass/ independent as that/ bending his back, while vending his pack, like trending of rap, plus zen in his grasp/ don't mention the hat, pulled from the rabbit trapped/ I'm past that magic act, staring at magician's cataract/ captured clickety clack/ the theme is have it back, the vision can't be mapped/ like a pictures just that/ a mission to catch, an instant of flash/ put into some glass, definition is that/ is it different at last? Is the distance so vast?/ Is it still that when we've ripped it in half/ there's division in math and the rhythm of staffs/ until we pitted the halves, it's a middle path/ balance yin and yang, need this to imagine that/ I wouldn't trust half, sound like infomercial rabid cat/ but my getting here's not happenstance/ so light from vantage cast an insidious laugh/ at a damaged raft, like grift over stab/ grit over bath, spit soldier last/ good soul first like I said have it back/ Exchange is essential/ you'll gain it in tenfold/when you play with your threshold/ not that pain is a vessel/ it plagues on your mental/ its as frayed as stressed rope/ spent hope, saved your mementos/ to one day display, at your home at the end of a bent road/ whose glow is the way you were sent home/ we all know now, what we knew then it all meant more/ ... We all know now what we all knew for eternity this all means more

Sitting on the verge of some serious decisions/ feeling there are both things overwhelming and missing/ from the peak of my life and this civilized existence/ hitting, shifting, balancing and finally tipping/ in beautiful synchronization/ eyes locked with my generation/ in a plea to maintain our station/ and not for the sake of/ where you love to go on vacation/ for every breath you failed to hold sacred/ I hold a belief in you, better hold it in me/ that we are going to make it/ don't have to look to close/ to see elite have poison in the toast/ they hold high to a God/ with an all to separate view of its place in the human host/ before we check to see who knows the most/ its us, lets just/ Hope, when its clouded, light allowed in, we get loud then/ Desperation, its what the cloud is, it has us shrouded, embrace since you can't be without it, take what good it gives you and try to be about it/ Every instant is the beginning of the rest of your life/ lucky I had a mom who said that instead of goodnight/ hoping it hits you right, tonight it is dark/ tomorrow it will be light/ there is always something wrong, but the sun also rises/ so I trust, with these songs, get you to sing along/ feeling strong? then take your last pay stub/ flip it over draw upon whatever inspiration helps you to wake up/ doesn't matter if its made up/ so is everything around us/ one collective invention, where the thought of anything new astounds us/ perpetually paralyzed by pursuit of perfection it drowns us/ keep taking steps in your direction til our failed destinies and beautiful manifestations surround us/ Hope, when its clouded, light allowed in, we get loud then/

These are the times/ making lives, waking wise/ but slumbering eyes/ the surprise ahead what lies/ The seasons present a perfect balance/ but my existence over the last years has grown so calloused/ it's a challenge, trying to siege the palace/ that for so long has held my dream/ wedged so tight between day and night, I scream/ for these moments to last all of/ autumn, or at least until the lake is icing/ old mother winter hated by some teams/ sneaks herself in as leaves fall, between sunbeams/ runs me, back in the scene when I had a large bay window/ but no door to close/ funny how the small things are less important now/ this is why I plead for the sun not to go down/ round brown patches/ lasted, til broken by children's laughs and kicks/ putting myself through this joy and not having time to do it feels masochistic/ I guess I can safely say, I know what a past time is kids/ These are the times/ making lives, waking wise/ but slumbering eyes/ the surprise ahead what lies/ She's the type I'd like to ask out after I said hello/ that would give her a chance to spell no, i.e. hell no/ and I'm a good hearted fellow, but sometimes I bellow/ so I play it Mark Twain cool and hide behind this Mellow Yellow, and grimace/ cuz I don't like the flavor or the image, shiftless/ from high fructose corn syrup and carbonic acid/ nor am I a caffeine addict, but those asterisks/ get my social statuses ass kicked, go ahead just ask it/ so this is where growth is, finding out where hope lives/ knocking on its door and asking if you can quote it/ asses and begin to change motives/ like rejecting, the biggest lie we tell our adolescent/ children, is the best time in life is when you're personality building/ because we are unwilling, to make our inner children, not villains/ spilling on the parchment, within the bounds of regretful teenagers hardships/ (I'm in like my mid-twenties) These are the times/ making lives, waking wise/ but slumbering eyes/ the surprise ahead what lies/

time fooled the sane/ patient instinct of my brain/ watched it pass with each grain/ a moment in which I see gain/ but never see again/ I grin, a sad whimsical smile it is/ as the irony slips in/ I can't revel in the mischief/ I feel like a parody/ in therapy/ so a doctor can parrot me/ as I create what I'm there to seek/apparently without the release/ I can barely see/ so I have my regrets/ not for things I've not done yet/ that's a position I accept/ I want more time before the sunset/ only after what I love do I pine/ so I watch the time, go slowly by/ alone it passes no one hears me cry/ Goodbye/ (what a crime)/ stuck inside my own mind/ as each grain grinds my grasp/ I just strain find whats last/ open vein mine not slashed/ so it is plain time runs fast/ I woke up to let this sand/ seep slowly through my hands/ watched it in passing life span/ like regrets of a rich man/ (coulda done more but I never really did) (coulda done more but fell a victim to time's trick) Stuck sitting here tonight/ reflecting on a life not lived right/ to think what I didn't do with this might/ no chance for fight or flight, just fright/ stuck in my mind, and the things in my life/ might've stood a test of limited time/ whose life'd they improve besides mine?/ most were real evil and unkind/ so it grinds/ I wish Ida studied harder/ been more disciplined and fucking smarter/ I wish it didn't take a whole life to be a self starter/ third person view of personal hell's martyr/ and as I stare down the things I leave behind/ the possessions scoff as I realize/ if I thought I'd outlive them, I'd be lying/ iron curtian, steel ties, will rise/ as the theater shrugs darker/ for the lit screen I clutch my partner/ Jacob Marley laugh, I get no farther/ at least I hope it gets no harder/ I woke up to let this sand/ seep slowly through my hands/ watched it in passing life span/ like regrets of a rich man/ (coulda done more but I never really did) (coulda done more but fell a victim to time's trick) players take the stage, and waste away/ moral stays the same, it takes and pays/ in joy and in pain, new mood same frame/ you hate to crave, lost all we've saved/ house always wins, so I'm cashing in/ before it begins, watching roulette spin/ I master my grin, so it isn't dependent/ on a single thing, I don't have within/ I woke up to let this sand/ seep slowly through my hands/ watched it in passing life span/ like regrets of a rich man/ (coulda done more but I never really did) (coulda done more but fell a victim to time's trick) Looking back on a life I know I didn't live right

taking a grasp with competence/ finally resting where your honor sits/ persisting while others admonish it/ wading your way, through days/ of demon shit, not even for pay/ a persistence lived mixed with/ a love that makes me see in scales of grey/ area between ourselves as I am naked, walking in the desert of loneliness talking/ To a woman, who is in/ her apartment, insisting/ that the rains just dropping/ making, intricate water paintings/ making, up for it all/ is a great reason to stand tall/ shaking, the threads required to clothe you during this bland ball/ the dress code is more to handle/ than the distance I need to travel/ innermost part of myself is where I match foes/ that is the most persistent battle on this my third/ lap around the world/ and somewhere in the dialogue the woman became a girl/ and as I drank the fog, for my only moisture/ in my log, it never once said bitch/ implications made heads itch/ fled getting hitched, what we had was this/ so lop off limbs of cacti only way to keep this act alive/ I need to persist in asking why/ the world turns and life passes me by/ bare calloused feet, and wind/ and sun worn skin/ as I travel through this journey on repeat/ freed speech, see we've, needed these/ seeds weaved and not even weeds are seen/ but I keep persisting, dropping them with fist in the bag/ just enough missed him/ dead before a seed evolved/ does this describe being involved, or just revolved/ through a door into a room of mirrors/ or a gun to the head making religion seem clearer/ these are realities I have fear with/ I swear my descent from sheer cliffs, is pure myth/ while I imagine your warm home/ I think of the way the wind blows/ the paintings on your windows/ an easel, a mannequin, a planned attack/ these are the advantages/ keep me in mind, your forever in mine/ and the way I project, to where you rest/ is this breeze on my neck/ to your ceramic set/ to us before badness met/

Why do you refuse to Bloom? Is it that you're too caught in the music to get lost in the mystic?/ Are you too bogged down in the useless, to feel that, it's intrinsic?/ Or is it a struggle your choosing? you know that's not efficient, self inflicted bruises hit with questions, why do you refuse to bloom?/ Is it all the things your told?/ good girls never act bold?/ another resentment you hold/ another voice to scold/ why do you refuse to bloom?/ did it rain when it should be bright?/ was it day when you needed night?/ was it heavy when you needed light?/ or is this a pile of maybes and mights?/probablies and the shoulda woulda couldas/ just look at all the good its done/ you can never hide under your hood enough, to disguise that you've given up/ the tragedy is that you still live with us/ teach a hindered to tell a story to rivet one/ we build buildings the night before the ribbons cut/ Why do you refuse to bloom?/ life has to be made of more than this/ I suspect thats what the purpose of a prototype is/ but for every thousand shown the light its/ only ten to grab at it with their own mits/ and one of those avoids burns and grows with/ the photosynthesis since in distance they chose it/ at a loss for their motive, brink of death limitations choking,/ why do you refuse to bloom?/ displaced emotions, misguided anger/ frown at friends, chew out strangers/ letting your emotions waiver, waiting for a savior/ why do you refuse to bloom?/ the way you rejected, your own acceptance/ the way you frittered away all that's vested/ you could provide neither piety nor penance oh so apprehensive/ why do you refuse to bloom?/ yourself is not a blame placed, a self loathing shares that same space/ societies cover up is shamegate, a justification of dreams made wait/ so the youth is hastily laid waste, into a sacrificial greyed state/ some cope with drugs, some gain weight/ most left early some stayed late/hypnotized never to change pace, can we break free, sanely vacate?/ Our place at the loom call it a stalemate/ Why do you refuse to bloom?/ So whatever the reason is/ I point to the changing season as/ your chance disregard your queasiness/ make the change that's easiest to show me a new view of bloom/