Xanthrax

[Chorus] Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter) Out of time, out of time, out of standard Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter) Out of time, out of time, out of standard Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer Out of [P.O.S] Yeah! Dodged the okee-doke, rolled your hope joke Eyes be overflowed and so bloodshot Burning up a moon rock Hotter than a sunspot, surfing on a moonshot Belly full of gut rot, turkey full of buckshot Mood ring black, new mood jacked New moon, new year Cruisin in the back, new codes hacked New lows, new flow Knew nothing but the dope Thug store drug lord Plug score, chug Malört Overboard, ew Get the door, get the hammer, get the boards Get informed, get absorbed, get ignored Ideal, the hive-mind hides mine fields So I'll hide here til my mind chills And y'all keep real what y'all think still And I straight won't Fucking dummies I’m a real-ass, grown-ass Manitoba Flow be like a Seal-Team-Six-ass strike Son, eat me Feel these beatings, he'll quit preaching When your stillborn brain stops thinking Peace [Chorus] Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter) Out of time, out of time, out of standard Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter) Out of time, out of time, out of standard Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer [Sims] Pretense longer than Ten prehistoric centipedes, all stems Feeding off an enemy All ends by any means I can't expend the energy Arrested their development Send them back to Tennessee Henny in his water bottle doing the electric Two pennies in his pockets in case He needs to see the other side Coming for to carry him, come forth to pay the way I came a little drunk with a trunk full of 808s And Andy, are you OK? Eyes big as dinner plates Pac-Man, he could eat the whole interstate Chase his own ghost Hope the Fed keep the interest rate low For the kid to find a place to stand his hat rack Papers in the backpack Vapors caught in abstract And ever since, been completely shad racked Destruction eater, back to the two-seater Find a few meters and a few Cube Gleaners Never sipped the Kool Aid or the cough syrup Cool Hand Andrew lost in Europe On a fool’s errand, I mean really Don’t take more than I should but have a few misgivings Boo hiss, flipped some L’s and drew W’s Don’t let the lampoon trouble you New kicks, a few Becks, a Quebec French kiss Reset game, new quest who dis? Bitch!