Vox Obscura

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