Wake up in the morning, waddle out of bed
Got a little bit of rhythm from a dream in my head
Would like to plunk around in the lab but instead
Gotta scuttle off to work just to keep the family fed

Till I’m dead and I drop just can’t stop proppin’
Up a system all business till the heads start choppin’
Work horse trotting with the hooves clip-cloppin’
Gonna choke on the yoke of the attitude I’m copping

Flip-flopping on critical decisions I gotta make
I’m a danger to the game with all the changes at stake
Can’t tell if pressure’s gonna bend me or break
My mistake is thinking that only the elite can take the cake

I’m a fake, rocking Fugazi while working for the Fed
My body bleeds blue but my brain bleeds red
You never can hold me to anything I said
I will probably be indecisive till the day that I’m dead

With my head up my assonance it’s really hard to see
Just how cheeky I can be what squeaks out is deadly
I walk around thinking up some really smart thinks
But dammit I can’t stand how my own fart stinks

Have a tendency to leave my mind in the latrine
Spend any amount of time with me you’ll see what I mean
Two thirds of every racing thought is obscene
And the other third’s a choir boy retired from the scene

Cognitive assonance
Has me bass ackwards
Creative and casually 
Throwin’ out attack words

Constantly conflicted
On exactly how the loin girds
This nerd verbally 
Puts a shine on these turds

Reverb hurtling through space to your eardrums
Lyrics engineered to help you face when the fear comes
Hunting down similes on safari with a spear gun
Live real near to the valley where the deer run

Here comes someone running from a real war
horrors more horrible than anything you’ve seen before
You can’t even understand the plan or what you’re fighting for
Do you grab their hand maybe try and take a stand, or

Demand something better in the face of certain death
It’s a mission that we should work on until our last breath
I would probably freeze up in fear and paralyze
Empathize with the demised and all the others traumatized

But it’s not about me, I’m beginning to learn
Just a sentient sensor that is surely gonna burn
It’s more about the various paradigms we can earn
As we journey to the sun and beyond when it’s our turn

I guess just like anyone else I am conflicted
About what happens when our bodies get evicted
I’m wicked with the words not the meanings behind ‘em
Rather dazzle them with kindness and escape after you blind ‘em

I guess the strat has gotten me this far in the game
But I’m starting to get old and I’ve always been lame
I’m trying to plant seeds encased in my name
So it triggers when I shimmer in the darkness like a flame

Cognitive assonance
Ramble off track with the
Antics of dissonance
Until earth cracks and the

Cognitive assonance 
Ramble on with the vowel sounds
Cognitive assonance
Get your head up and bowel down














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