Feed Your Head

I was crafted from the passion of the iconoclastic

The raw classics that amount to major masterclasses

No razor's sharper than will

My pencil's a pure distillate of preeminent magic

A looking glass as a crystalline passage

I fall through it like I'm Alice in pursuit of that White Rabbit

We're all upon a mystery tour of pure madness

Where the caterpillars clash with the madcaps and fascists

So hit that lit hash and pass it

I was born upon a level of slick that's too Tragically Hip

For anybody but Cheshire cats to catch it

And they said that I couldn't hack it