[Split]

we lost the key to the theory of evolution,
so I lucid dream of death's forty night revolution,
scheme the sequel to life with a Zzquil and Keystone Ice solution,
developed in blank easels, decent evils and pelvic movements.
the only fear I respect appears derelict and useless,
Itself spent too long obsessed with mirrors, self-amusement and weirdness.
what's the next keynote prisoner of the human experience?
fuck it, I'm just a listener at the festival of true lyricists,
I abuse beer for bragging rights and cool appearances.
Hate me for subconscious sentiments, obnoxious testaments
to the wrong edge of investments, red fish evidence,
Guess it's the lesson for bein obsessed w/ chalky false positives,
toein' outlines of the gods on sidewalks in bald moccasins,
bar brawls with tall broads who took my attention hostage,
then she locked it in the breast-pocket with talks of promises.
Maaaaaan I blame the intoxicants and love letters. Shoulda known better,
like postcards on my mantel of blowhard memories.
I'll type a list of shit I wish I did so my kids remember me.
Then when they forget it out of spite, I'll feign dad-ly attachment.
Fact is, passing on the right is what's left of genetic chain reactions.