t e l e k i n e s i s


A radio in my mind
As eye was walkin' down the street
Heard Radiohead
Intermixed with my own vibes
Till your headlights
Stopped right
In front of my eyes
Neutral, gas on, revving,
Trying to make me die
Soon
I'm teleporting in front of the lens
Of the windshield of your light
Moving across the road
'Cause I'm teleporting on high
I ended up in the grass
And kept on walking.

You heard the story
Now I go from screen to screen
Call me def
I've got no personality
Serve the zeta's
And the dark illuminati
Serve the best warriors
Who've ever fought for the soul
The soul we all know
The one I had all along
From which I withdrew
When I was close to you
A return to the soul
As soon as I moved
That shit right in front of you . . .