the skyline sliced up into pieces
and broken steel and mesh?
Or is the progress a process
that's a nat ural people quest?
Metal and the workings,
dark and lurking in my mind
Branded neon red and blue flashes,
the view from the flats is nice
I see Alice in Wonderland,
I see Malice in Sunderland
Masterhouse
I am this land,
the whereabout it's Fumberland
Smoke to a karma coma,
Jamaicans do yard aromas
Shake Bacardi's and Coke
and make me laugh and trust me
So much stuff and many people,
the future is not evil
The future is not vision,
it's simple, it's efficient
Now that things are costing nothing,
is any of it good?
Come and love me, read my nothings,
blood and river floods
Dead plant planted on
the window ledge,
shadows dance, glint and blend
Glance slow at the night outside,
I'm God in the game
Sound rumbles in 5 .1,
round some corner to
fight with guns
Play God in games
but nothing in trust me
Dubstep, Club Sweat, come get rock red
Play the playlist, play the playlist
I see Alice in Wonderland,
I see Malice in Sunderland
Mouse to house, I love this land
The wherewithal,
it's from the land
Do the wrong thing, joke it right
Spurn the longtings and the fights
For all the oil and the toil
And the spoils of the royals
We are nothing if not nice,
we are nothing if we are wise
Roll me up like a leafy split,
cut that roll me up and trust