Vox Obscura Lyrics

I arrived on the 9th a couple months shy of '86

Another E.T. freed up from the mothership

A younger brother, the prodigal boy wonder

It's hypnotic what the topic of time can tear asunder

I never laid down, so I can posit this

The oddest kid on every playground should fucking bottle this

I went from pop rocks, to high tops

To drop dead anonymous

But now my name and success seem synonymous

And it's a process wishing that the plot'll twist

Filling up a bottle of pills to save your consciousness

Yet I'm blessed with impressive dictation

My obsession is an oeuvre that elicits elation

Acclaim is infinite, I'm winning the nominations

In this equation there's no medals for participation

I got no equal, so call your best debater

Bear witness, I'm the greatest operator in the station

I need a second to chill

I've got an ill prognosis

Diagnosed with the flow apotheosis

I'm crushing foes like the shadows of colossus

I owed it to myself to compose a dope opus

So I titrate it and concoct the doses

By concentrating the flows through osmosis

I'm always writing for the lost and hopeless

And those paranoid androids labelled precocious

Now I'm

Back in focus trying to live track a broadcast

I never set a track record for bombast

And every track on my record's for contrast

The Cheshire grin's dawning on the maw of this bobcat

Look, I just really wanna rattle your brain

And gain acclaim like a valedictorian's grades

It's auditory, my story's got a glorious aim

You oughta fade from view like you're Dorian Gray

I am the virtuosity

I'm up on top of the cloud crop

Unstoppable, propping up a prophecy

I'm spitting gold while y'all still talk in copper, please

I'm King Kong, fucking toppling your properties

So void the broadcast, chorus in the hippocampus

Loose lipped, sinking ships till they reach Atlantis

Four tons like a forked-tongue mecha-mantis

I'm Rick Moranis shrinking planets till they fucking vanish

Shit, I don't think I'm still in Kansas

Technicolored chemtrails crashin' on the canvas

I'm locking eyes with a luminous enchantress

The golden goddess gazes as the odyssey advances

A cast glance, a lance through gushing arteries

I feel her artistry in every fucking part of me

A final chance, one last grasp, extraordinary

Sword drawn, cut the orbit and the cord it carries

There you have it, on the record wreaking havoc

Man, I'm back in the booth with these bad habits

Emphatic, kid the cadence is quadratic

Each emission that I spit is amassed as mathematic

For the sake of the masses

I'm taking your breath like asthmatics

Or Vader when his grasp is

Fully contracted, chokin' off your pneumatics

There's no rabbit in a hat, this is actual magic

In fact, there's cloaked cursive immersed in these verses

I'm outta sight like the curvature of Earth is

A lone revenant, I cast curses

Spit a hex and direct it at your person

So call the hearse cause he's killing it lately

Straight leaving these neuroses pushing up daisies

Still I'm accosted, the currency of grief and loss is

Fucking exhaustive with no regard for what the cost is