he sat back and grabed his skratch pad
from his half packed lached back black back pack
for some proceive reason writing seems treasin
so he started re readin mouth locked like he's teathin
all alone in that free edin were leaves breaz-in
sub concious dreams demons but he keeps breathin
lookin at the populis like creep heathons to avoid first
he writes so much he annoys words and enjoys work
cuz it imploys perks like an excuse to avoid the work
of social situations aint no hopefull invitations
just nobal inovations searchin for excomunication
detest the clueless cavemen that dwell into the pavement
they fell into enslavement to be a form of entertainment
a rock like granit save it he's an island like the camens
just a speck benieth sun placed to possess the screamin pun
projects its creekin tons cuz it a joke that pokes at everyone

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
our souls get lost and they come back spent
without any kind of explanation of were there went

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
sometimes you have to get to lost to find yourself
the world was never more crouded then when it was by itself

cave man incarnate and all that.....

he had a pen found in the rings pressed down
his subconcious' dead loud critique till his beds found
dreams for more are dead now he see's thru it all
drinks absenth to lose it all effect like ruffinal
for those nights alone he props camra's in his home
and documents his tripping moans in hope to diagnose
his subconcious with some honest dumb nonsence
froad jargon some pompis doc would discuss on it
he wrote fuck this in bold print and freed the letters
thought of dreams of lessors he would no at the speed of never
there hopes seem to tether his last remaining shred
of relatibility to them it was contained with dred
of things he never explained or said but were plain to see
must be some brain desises that leaves him 2 afraid to flee
humanity reatained in needs survivals just a name for cages
notebook for stavation barring the hunger inside its pages


and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
our souls get lost and they come back spent
without any kind of explanation of were there went

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
sometimes you have to get to lost to find yourself
the world was never more crouded then when it was by itself

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
evolution doesnt exist in a world this content
a fish out of water learning to dround is the first step

cave man incarnate and all that