From the R. E. B. to the magic E
To the L to the W to the I to the T
To the H to the O to the U to the T
To the A to the C to the O. A. T.

R is for rapidly running round the ruins of a
broken brain strewn with strange things brewin
E is for empty heart achin with hunger for the love
from the eternal source to make me feel younger, and
B is for bored of searchin for rewards, not
ever gettin closer to the crunch of the cause
E is for everything I ever like to see gettin
sucked into the void eventually
L is for lovin the music too much to want it to sell, I want it to
dwell deep inside you, now your money can go to hell
W is for within, for all the
things I sing take their sting from the original sin
I is for i and i askin why we die, why we
get high, get low, get so shy
T is for the torment of devil's horns bent round ya
neck, so schlecht 'til you give up on your quest
H is for hate, such a distasteful waste of ya
patience and grace which it sucks from ya face
O is for oh my god, why won't this flow of
insane inane mundane brain babble switch off
U is for unable to stop gettin screwed by my
own bullshit as it drops from my shoes
T is for the trauma of your former years drowned, dowsed in
warm beer, coming back as all of your forlorn fears
A is for actually doin somethin about this shit
and pullin yourself up from the pit
C is for choosin who's in tune with your polarity
or creatin your reality
O is for obvious but so elusive
hidden in plain sight like camouflaged troopers
A is for attraction (comma) the law of
whatever I resent and resist I get more of
T is for teachin best the shit I need to know
...so motherfucker here we go

(repeat chorus)

From the R. E. B. to the magic E
No you can't see me in a fantasy
Cause I'm real, motherfucker and I gladly be the real
Me, with all the glory and majesty of a
Human bein who is feelin free
Free as I can be ‘cause I'm Q-U-double-E-R
Livin in the B-R-I-G-H-T-O-N
Psychic when I'm flowin because I see where we're goin
We're gonna stop blamin all the things around us
For bein boxed in, havin stopped bein boundless
Worshippin the ground which is dirtied by our brown sticky
Egos trippin, we go tippin thirty dishes down the drain
Does it sound insane that the profoundest pain
Is knowin that shit's never comin back again?
What is it? The proper shit
All my words form a glock now I'm cockin it
All my feelins form a cock now I'm blockin it
All my people walk away now I'm lockin shit
Down in my room all day until my pockets split
Open with my hope-provokin poems and I flow a bit
Strange sideways like a crab with spina bifida
I'm'a slip in the references if I didn't think of a
Piece of original pirate material but you can still
Hear your rappin heroes gettin chewed up like Cheerio
Cereals, cause I'm comin to the crunch of the issue, I'm
Super serial like Al Gore if man-bear-pigs flew
I'm with you but I'm so confused by what my
Ink drew, I'm like Pingu babblin in his
Igloo, and I ain't got no hit tunes
But somehow you feel the truth of what just hit you

(repeat chorus)

From the R. E. B. to the magic E
To the L to the W to I to the T
To the H to the O to the U to the T...