BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA-Will Wood

[00:00.000] 作词 : Will Wood [00:01.000] 作曲 : Will Wood [00:20.209] Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor [00:23.334] Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic [00:26.493] The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges [00:29.429] Roman candles at both ends in his synapses [00:32.509] And the method with which he recycled his humors [00:34.744] Trojan Horse’d his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes [00:38.665] And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior [00:41.565] He skipped this town and headed straight down history [00:44.879] Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo [00:47.817] Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers [00:50.784] His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito [00:53.688] Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes” [00:56.621] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [00:59.563] If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now [01:02.415] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [01:05.312] There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down [01:20.300] Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose [01:23.291] Around his Lotus jugular when they came [01:26.189] Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love [01:29.020] And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face [01:32.518] And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cry [01:35.307] A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic [01:38.020] But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, “For Auld Lang Syne [01:41.089] Happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics” [01:44.335] His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat [01:47.353] His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend [01:50.307] He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee [01:53.225] Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends [01:56.099] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [01:59.055] If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now [02:02.020] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [02:04.568] There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down [02:46.343] Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat? [02:48.374] Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. [02:50.693] Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning? [02:55.080] Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? [02:58.483] Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? [03:02.190] And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, [03:05.464] did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? [03:10.110] Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. [03:13.766] Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, [03:16.677] did you die before your day? [03:18.347] Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. [03:19.847] My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture [03:23.148] whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning [03:25.533] works as well as this transorbital ice pick [03:27.698] Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? [03:29.480] It’s about the best we could come up with. [03:30.643] What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? [03:32.232] No, they spread because people like them. [03:34.178] So here we are once again. Holding, [03:35.977] as it were, [03:36.882] a mirror [03:37.595] up to your [03:38.327] mirror [03:38.985] I guess it’s just something people do [03:41.922] A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function [03:45.074] Coital machinations of the dead [03:47.828] Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus [03:50.891] And learn to be an animal instead [03:53.780] But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi [03:56.653] Causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide [03:59.923] Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem [04:02.655] Not the things you do but something sick inside [04:05.951] Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective [04:08.948] CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it [04:11.920] Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects [04:14.763] You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine [04:17.888] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [04:20.736] If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now [04:23.663] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [04:26.466] There’s no more looking back [04:27.830] And why would you want to look back? [04:29.330] I mean, it's no good looking back [04:30.882] So try to look forward now [04:32.687] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [04:35.848] If they were gonna get you, boy, they would have by now [04:38.548] For what? For what? For what it’s worth [04:41.374] There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down