Vox Obscura

I arrived on the ninth a couple months shy of eighty-six

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 will 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