Philosopher's Calling

For concentration, a measure in milligrams

Do it, just do it, prescription for prudence

As an invitation, I quiz your real fan line

By the end you'll feel empty so let's make you hefty for knowledge

A standard to acknowledge, to recognize contingently

Open up to what you feel, to what you want, connection

To object seductively processed

The quiet institution for looting and brooding

'Cause the world's never perfect

So lazy as a verdict

The world is allergic, reactive resurgent

I am the everything 'cause everything is nothing

Until it means something so I can keep bumping

To keep me from running all out of ideas

My only real column that's color the sleep is

I don't sleep, I chase it, the dragon, the ringer

This fire of the syntax is the candy mix contact

First it goes blop, then the mind goes bop there

See the voice, the philosopher's calling

First it goes blop, then the mind goes bop there

See the voice, the philosopher's calling

I used to think that I'd never find closure

But baby that was before the amphetamine exposure

Psycho stimulation, what a priviledge for the mind

We should do it all the time, we should do it all the time

Here's a spasm, there's a twitch, it's good for circulation

Now persisting to my thesis, it's my third reiteration

And I wanna clarify, that the Sun is in the sky

And the world is always round, and that I am so profound

I used to think that I'd never find closure

But baby, that was before the Amphetamine exposure

Psycho stimulation, what a priviledge for the mind

We should do it all the time, we should do it all the time

Here's a spasm, there's a twitch, it's good for circulation

Now persisting to my thesis, it's my third reiteration

And I wanna clarify that the Sun is in the sky

And the world is always round and that I am so profound

First it goes blop, then the mind goes bop there

See the voice, the philosopher's calling

First it goes blop, then the mind goes bop there

See the voice, the philosopher's calling

First it goes blop, then the mind goes bop there

See the voice, the philosopher's calling

First it goes blop, then the mind goes bop there

See the voice, the philosopher's calling