Light up another one
Little fuel for the engine
Takes about a dime just to loosen the tension
I could a been a reverend
Look at me today
I ain't no fuckin' legend
I don't give a damn if you don't pay attention to my lesson


This one goes out to all a my fake brethren
Who were smoking blunts when I was forced to scrape resin
Watching 7
Again
When I was 7 I used to count my presents
Proof that I'm a peasant
Never been to Lake Pleasant
My presence is reminiscent
Of halloween like Donald Pleasance
Sentiment venomous
Memory sediment rings resonant
Burning earth elements resurrects nostalgic remnants
Artificial intelligence
Paying for temporary transcendence
With perpetual pestilence
These bars are the evidence
And now I'm an outcast
That stands out in a room full of elephants
Devoid of elegance
Annoyed with excellence
A paranoid menace
Dragging myself down
still grasping nostalgic remnants

Dragging myself down
still grasping nostalgic remnants

I think I ingested too many phosphorescents
Ahh, I wasn't paying attention to that mofif anyway
I like to dip my toes in to get a taste
Of diagnosis thrown my way
They told me I might have diabetes
Went out and bought white cake that day
I fully comprehend every mistake that I make
Nostalgic remnants composed of ironic elements
Are the only things I save
I tripped acid on honorable men's graves
I stoked the flames in the allegory of the cave
Still stay steady smokin' and that's mandatory
Playin' scategories in my laboratory
With some hoes around to straddle on me
Move like cattle for me
Yeah, that'll be the day
My vocabulary's so inflammatory
Four years gone by and everything changed
Can't ditch the addictions we gained
Cuz the shit ingrained in brain
Smoked sick strains
But the shit stains
in my jeans are all that remains
I still ain't breathed the same since all that cocaine
Tested my intestines
Should've invested in more romaine
All those things done to stay entertained
Should've preordained
The insane mania wore away
And the nostalgic remnants are all that remain
And this desolate tenement
Reminds me of the graveyard
And I still feel depression is imminent
And every shred of criticism I take hard
And even though I've long discarded the emotional attachment
To what I had when it happened
I'm still bombarded
With nostalgic remnants
Of fragments of projects I started
And I still laugh when i think about your face and how I farted in it
What a heatless, vivid image I harvested from the carcass of living
Nostalgic remnants never taste the same Like week-old scraps
Thanksgiving