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Well I'm in the Yellow Light District and now I've passed it
They saw the lights and slowed down but I said f*ck it and gassed it
Went through in five seconds flat, no stops
Stuck on the other side, and I miss it, give it props
In the rear view mirror I see time slow down
The type of place that makes you want to skip your own town
Live slow and die slow, long tunnel with no light
Didn't realize it at first so I'll just blame my nearsight
Well i've passed yesterday and I want to go back
Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack
X-ray goggles viewed with rose tinted glasses
Seems like I'm the only one who didn't leave with the masses
Outside of favour and outside of time
I noticed the facade and undetected grime
The crumbling faces of the past and time unspent
Fading just like memories of another year's Christmas present
I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next
The state of the future is what my past life reflects
Well i've passed yesterday and I want to go back
Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack
X-ray goggles viewed with nostalgic glasses
Seems like I'm the only one who didn't walk with the masses

View changes and you watch the daylight give way to the moon
Holed up in your escape now watch the evils you know get immune
I'm five hundred miles past and the sun beats down like noon
I'm sorry man, but the power you bring ain't enough to change these dunes
Glassed over eyelids open up to show my concentrated truth rays
Sand is not my forerunner I don't associate with those days
Look right through me and all you get is the desert beyond my daze
My waters running out the heat pounds and I'm stuck in the haze
I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next
The state of the future's what my past life reflects
I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next
The state of the future's what my past life reflects
I'm frightened of the specters on my road I need a guide for the way
I'm going to the edge of my life and I won't stop till I'm primer gray
My friends always told me that I'm going nowhere with my searching
Jokes on them nowheres the final stop for my tossing and turning

The neon signs tell me where not to go while the graffiti does
The rubble pours up on the grass
Chalk dust in the outline of a building
The leaves on the trees have caught fire
The next town's got a motel and nothing more
The semi's are closing in to the sides, and the highways as above and so below
The gps maps the roads and my nervous system
Too bad the streets don't feel anything
The air flows through our bodies and back out
Circulated by the ac out and back into our lungs in the same way
Fences put up to block the outside
The sun falls and you can't see anything
The day arrives and there's nothing to see
This road stop stretches for miles
It's 3 a.m., kinda dizzy, and I can't see the end
Remember having remembered hearing the song years ago
I miss when I had nostalgia over nostalgia

A blessing in disguise coming from the higher powers
April showers bring cold pines so stop and smell the flowers
Does the rain fall when the rain man plea
Dances at the masked ball and not the jamboree
Life of bakshi and the death of banshees 
And the median does see past the gloam and agrees 
That the mean is not the mode and that borrowed money's owed
And the esprit of emcees is the imploded mother lode
Origination of excellence is the destination of my exigence
Self improvement for my soul and I don't need markings on the residence
I'm living off the fellowship of killing off the ego trip

Nothing's on my mind and there's a tundra in my brain
Holding synapses accountable for lack of inward pain
A sprained moral compass and I don't got a magnet
Im walkin on the sidewalk to a life of open caskets
Ask him where the hell i'm going he's got the answers
Find out who's in charge really, me or the chances
Don't tell me where to go man I'll drift on my own terms
Either find the man himself or meet the one that's got the goat horns
Or maybe multi limb-ited edition holy mountain superficial
The moles inside my eyes see the difference but ain't prejudicial
Little death cum nirvana I'm starvin off the food I bring
The desert floor ain't warm enough to fend the mood I bring
The connection that I gots too cold to show the prude you've been
Who do I believe the one that shows me how skewed you've been
Or the one that tells me nothing, living silent by the decade
Sure ain't keeping track of em but he's the one that's got it made
Marionetter by trade and arranger by necessity
Do we trust him or leave him to the dust, what's the prophecy
I ponder all these problems while the desert snakes circle me
I've searched enough now that the god above's forsaken thee
See you on the other side whether that's here or there
You write my words down in your memoirs in your armchair
Your ideology of others has now been made stunning
While my fatal search for the ending has ended in nothing
I'm frightened of the now cause I know what happens next
The state of the future's what my past life reflects
And I'm frightened of the now cause I know what happens next
The state of the futures what my past life reflects

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