Warming Up The Brain Farm (Lo Fidelity Allstars)

Dear God The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered Despite his newly installed, varnished brain, and being Force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, he is Determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats Quite frankly I'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate My head space He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second As the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the Form of a neon snake Massive delusions? Very probably I fear for my safety He is as weak as his fellow man I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks Clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients Cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of the future Stricken with grief, I have no choice But to turn to lethal toxins Hardcore Punk Paste All stars takin' over Early draft of lyrics taken from Radio 1 Breeze block DJ set Dear God The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered It has of late become apparent, he's driven by lust and He's as weak as his fellow colleagues A hypocrite, surrounded by liars and bed-wetters Stricken with grief, he turns to lethal toxins hardcore, Punk Paste Goodbye Lord All stars takin' over