M.A.B.

Maybe there's a miracle waitin' to happen
in de places and spaces with the mystical patterns
where dark is light and de light is bright
it's a struggle to maintain my appetite
in a time that's filled with gluttonous failure
I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour
Spend money, time or a very last dime on de things you would only ever leave behind

It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the compass,
with no obvious answers to the questions offered
Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction,
takes the senses to a place of imperceptible conditions
Like who dare ask the sum of their parts? 
Who should tell of this becoming hell? 
To think is the link between life and death,
enter this body of sound and escape the mesh

As a child i was always happy-go-lucky, 
as a man i believe i am just plain lucky
alive inside of this ya dangerous system, 
locked in and I'm twisted out of all recognition.
See this is systematic of the things I have seen
I am lost in Paranoia's most beautiful dream
An escape is made through a thousand doors
with a sub bass emerging through the open floor

In a state of near paralysis restriction forms analysis
guided by subliminals that's from another galaxy
mobilised and lifted by this powers I've been gifted
givin' answers to questions that never existed
Like; who dare ask is the sum their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell? 
To think is the link between life and death,
and to this body of sound and escape the mesh