Visions
[Verse 1]
Thirty seconds left before the calico wall
Living with a sickness pink matter burned with a cattle prod
Call it living with fault, or call it quaked to the head
Walk along OB cliffs, end up falling inside the lead
Tall order getting head detached from back to the shore
Veil was pulled slept bull packed brim skulls
Saw the corner bones lacked story I was never told
Talked id plucked the ego grabbed a plug neck wrapped cord
Not for the doors that are equipped to your whip
For the kids looking at light through duality slits
Dunes sippin a fifth plastic with visions of gigs
Future trippin spittin three licks on a plastered beach bus bench
"Do what you do and I'll do the rest" Collar spoke gilled
His head rubber spoked ill
Like the island rode wheel
Core feel
There was more to be had more than a fad
Music was the figure finally channeled void by bum & a pad

[Chorus]
Visions in my head
Tiptoeing through my teeth
Breath out left bed
Born from sleep
X-file bred
Test tube child fed
X2
[Verse 2]
Coming from the other side where buk shots ill, caps got peeled, where shit got real
Or so I'm feeling
Is this physical or dreaming
Blood streaming rowing down DMT-land
Back in a body forced to breathe in
Wheeling, stuck in a circle of meek men
I'm Dealing, plucking at strings fed over head
I'm the reelist cuttin film to wind wire into a cypher bleedin through minds lightning find the blood rushing down your spine
And breathe out
Did I learn my lesson, am I gonna leave now
Will I purge the blessing
Am I here or filed senile
Is the word confession
Is the world too slept in to deserve progression
Winds
Ripping doors
Delorean
Floating through flux stuck
Verbs foreign
Language washed and rinsed
Four dimensions in a kitchen
Paper fix the diction
Realities turn to fiction
Listen to hallucinations
Call em visions
[Chorus]
Visions in my head
Tiptoeing through my teeth
Breath out left bed
Born from sleep
X file bred
Test tube child fed