GPS (Global Positioning Syndrome)

Patience: Like Max Cohen with his drill, but to the brain`s language section Lyrics well run dry, in the absence of gang connections Thankless sessions of pleasing crowds wound on a relic hunt I`m pluggin` pelicans off, mid-flight with a pellet gun Flourish a burner not to criticize until it dries Paint with every ounce of strength `til we witness vanilla skies manifest My home`s a drone-echo in radiowaves Damaged flesh, torn tissue, despair, let go to fade it away Tainted air got used to me, I`m used to useless attempts at health Lung pinky, achy heart, quelle surprise of when it swells Balloon economy gas faced metropolis consumed in smoggy aftertaste Exacerbate a cavalcade amazed as breathing masturbates Nitrous oxide global scale shared `til evaporate `pon the cosmos Not so two one six dependent six one three marked off and fog soaked Void giant osmosis neon colourless fuckin` tasteless substances Loveless Patience, hopeless romance, dances above the sustenance I`ve had enough of this, fed up with this dirty smog clogged blocked drained mute tongued esophagus Awkwardness consumed ugly pig busted populous Hindering town that hates me back so I`m off to where the trees speak I`m off into a deep sleep where everything`s not so 3D Fuck you, awareness, time and time again you`ve made me embarrassed Stare at the sun, 3:18 here we go, drill, trigger up, tear this... Bender: Livin` one step up from cardboard in the cinder block district With the cubist ruins of the Jenga towers off loomin` in the distance Smog valley salt pillars a quick Ikea infrastructure And OC Transpo gridlocked in rush hour, smothered from the suburbs So I take the Canal out of town and breathe through reeds for the stretch Dismal driftwood watchin` chimneys play Vesuvius overhead I realize civilization is fortune lost Just in time to see a Pepsi-Cola sunrise barely pushin` 40 watts Figured out gazing stars on any given night`s rare A blind stare resulting in chiropractic nightmares and filing cabinet tenements Fourth course the deficit's collecting soon, it sets the mood Gonna find an ant hill plagued with residue from better fumes to settle in Black market baby heartache A habitat that feeds off humans in between landfills of shit with Christmas gifts for peacock plumage City limits where it`s `thumbs up` at highway exits Passed by 9-11 fire engines sent to potential threats of bio weapons and whatever else... Forget the answers, what I need to find is a driving question Or see the slightest hint of masterpiece removed during the final edit Flickering crosswalks, stuttering, reminisce destroyed epiphanies Zoning permits drove the hermits from their shells, the spoils of industry I`m sick of these walls scrawled with cookie cutter tags and toy calligraphy Miserable demographic growing with the times, my voice is withering Gimme a cough drop and a barricade, lock on my door is broken Humming halogen give serenades to calm the agoraphobic These are strange days, it`s been tough to find a roomie 6-13, living on the ugly side of beauty