01. Intro/Spection
 
Chorus: 

Copy, follow, clone, ditto, mime, mirror, no original, 
thoughts, logic, unique topics, I speak with the intent to stop this before I'm psychotic (X2) 

Verse: 
Day one an attempt to reverse, 
how I perceive life it's a quest for diversity, 
what seems right is addressed then inversed you see, 
it bleeds light to invest in your work to be, 
a unified and unique personality, 
not changing who I am just based on who I see surrounding me, 
Every color that exists has an opposite, 
and every scholar who resists that knowledge isn't cognizant, 
Of the limitations they're imposing, 
by not visiting their potential their brain's decomposing, 
eroding, de-loading, corroding, I'm hoping, 
these mortals see the flaws they're exposing, disclosing, 
composing auditory stimuli, 
is how I, will try, to signify, 
what my, mind's eye's, seeing inside, 
to abide or defy? you decide 
Quit fakin' hope and awaken what's inside ya, 
gotta take your scope and then make it even wider, 
deny your tendencies to revisit old ways, 
don't rely on memories 'til you exhibit old age, 
it's strange to think that all these other people have thoughts, 
and you're not the only one who's light bulb has watts 
Picture a whole world seen through their kaleidoscope, 
give it a sole whirl and see if you can try to cope, 
Experimenting with realities, 
trying to see what can make me dis- 
appear into what's surrounding me, 
lying in bed where can it take me? This, 
cerebral cortex is too vast for, 
believing that sex is too crass or, 
believing ALL drugs are mm bad, four, 
out of five doctors will tell you to 

Chorus

Take a look around, 
the wind makes a noise leaves shaking in the sound, 
mind's vacant right now, no distractions, deterrences, 
a brook in the back, I'm relaxed and I'm burnin' it, 
I'm tryin' to focus on the external, 
taking notes I'm 'bout to move on to the next journal, 
the next hurdle's, 
the one I got my eye on, 
and I got a plan to decimate it like a cylon, 
time's for the wound healin', 
high's for that doomed feelin', 
tryin' to get more in touch with nature than a shroom dealer, 
suburban white kids selling drugses, 
movin' weight with both arms like they doin' lunges, and I'm 
just sitting here slangin' words, 
I'm working on my major scales yeah I'm singing thirds, 
and man I ain't got shit figured out, 
but fuck it that's okay that's what I finally figured out, uh 

Chorus: 
You can catch a good feeling right here, 
take a step outside and float through the air, yeah 
let your senses multiply by 10, 
and touch the molecules that surround your skin, 

You can catch a good feeling right here, 
take a step outside and float through the air, yeah 
let your senses multiply by 10, 
enjoy yourself then come back again, uh 

Verse 2: 
Countin' down three hours before the party, 
on the counter there's some vodka, whisky sour, and Bacardi, but see 
I struggle livin' in the moment so for me, 
by the time it starts the party's almost over, 
but I'm working on it 
And it's been super effective like a squirtle that's in Pewter city squirtin' onix, 
my mind is super receptive cuz I've learned my phonics, 
I try to be introspective so that I abolish, 
thoughts of negativity, before letting it get at me, 
I'm visibly the epitome of capability, 
the imagery, of infinity is seen so vividly, 
when visually you see epiphanies of creativity, 
I'm blowin' minds, 
and at the same time showin' signs, 
of energy that is unparalleled by blowin' lines, 
by throwin' rhymes, 
true leaders should be forgoing shrines, 
until they're walking with the dead, call that going Grimes 

Chorus

I can tell without him saying a word, 
depravity of the world made him feel deterred, 
at first that sort of thing got his emotions stirred, 
now he's too defeated to care or even turn, 
his head or think twice when he sees what's going on, 
instead he just accepts that it's all gone wrong, 
as a result his ambitions and desires have dwindled, 
he feels taken advantage of, he feels swindled, 
now he just exists as he picks up his tools, 
a long life to reflect on will do that to you, 
he tells tales from his past some horrific as hell, 
with a smile and a laugh after every detail, 
the people who have gathered are too young to know better, 
but I'm aged beyond my years so I know he's being clever, 
these stories were once real, a source of much pain, 
yet they sound like anecdotes by the way they're explained, 
he's given up hope, lost respect for change, 
the feelings associated with those events have been estranged, 
but somehwere inside I suspect those feelings exist, 
he just has too many battle scars for him to raise his fists 

Verse 2: (The past) 

Now he's a young fly mawfucka straight out the dungeon, 
lookin' fresh as hell and the girls they be wonderin', 
what's the dude's deal he doesn't have much to say? 
No girl on his arm what's the matter, he gay? 
NAH 
He's just doin' his own thing, 
the girls all calling but he's lettin' the phone ring, 
got some big plans and he's full of ideas, 
and he isn't bogged down by the things that he hears, 
a bright future ahead of him, 
straight A's he be getting 'em, 
If they lazy get rid of 'em, 
watch him sway like a pendulum, 
from, 
idea to idea, 
always keeps a notebook by his side, right near 
he fights fair, 
studying philosophy, 
Aristotle, Plato, Descarte and some Socrates, 
Yeah. 
Never fuckin' with them bygones, 
keeps his mind strong and he's gonna be an icon, 
well, well that's what he thinks now, 
that shit's gonna change when he starts to think loud, 
gettin' turned down on the left and the right, 
he sought his own spot but they're testing his might, 
stopped at roadblocks getting stressed and he might, 
just pop his whole top if he lets into spite, 
he's gettin' more jazzed up than New Orleans, 
his brain's got jet lag and he's getting a disease, 
more drags than a queen, got a stash full of green, 
he'll bash in your spleen just for asking his name, 
please, 
don't question his methods, 
no UCLA but he'll teach you a lesson, I'm guessin', 
he'll die a young death, 
tobacco and alcohol scent rests on his breath, 
legal ways, to escape the pain, 
but illegal's fine too. 
One day he'll examine his ways, 
when it's well past due 
don't give him your opinion, he didn't ask you, 
he'll have to learn on his own, 
and damn that's true

Caravan of ativan, trazodone to sleep, 
burn somethin' in the morning just to get up on my feet (X2) 

Verse 1: 
Check it, check it, 
you don't wanna know what I've been thinkin', 
in bed five hours and my eyes still blinkin', 
I'm looking at ceiling and the walls start peelin', 
everything's all blurry feels like I've been drinkin', 
pills, pills, hundred different kinds, 
this one's for the sleep, this one's for your mind, 
this one when abused can get you feeling high, 
this one makes you feel like you're wearing a disguise, 
I'm, I'm, 
layin' up in bed, 
drugged up as all fuck after taking these meds, 
trying to decide if I wanna stay high, 
or let the drugs banish me to sleep instead, 
days, days, 
haven't slept in days, 
relying on the medicine to change my ways, 
gave my eyes this glaze, 
and I'm feeling all strange, 
I'm deranged, 
any more of this and I'll go insane 
I'll go insane! 

Chorus 

Verse 2: 
I'm an, 
accessory to the murder of my own self, 
took my old self and replaced it with some cloned cells, 
now my body looks the same but my mind's different, 
and this copy has a brain that don't mind clickin', 
my whole life I've been telling people damn lies, 
got a standard list of replies on stand-by, 
one word answers is what they're gonna hear, 
just so they can steer clear of me when I'm standing near, 
fear, 
has been within me forever, 
cheating if I have to to make things better, 
a vendetta, 
got it against the old Maxwell, 
cuz he had hell attached to his every last cell, 
so I bribed him, 
implied I would guide him, 
if he'd abide when i'd try to hide him, 
now he's dyin, 
and I don't even mind it, 
in fact good riddance bastard close your eyelids, 
good riddance mawfucker close your eyelids! 

Chorus (X2) 

Monologue: 
And I hope you burn in hell. 
I hope the flames that have been hiding within you become estranged, 
and torch the place in which you dwell. 
You've destroyed too much for too long. 
Now you shall be the victim of your storm. 
I cast out all my hatred, all of my anger, and place it upon you. 
You who has been my enemy since the dawn of days. 
You. It is time we both parted ways. 
I disown you.

Let me know what's the color of the mirror, 
when you can tell me you will notice everything is clearer, 
when you can take your ego and just make it disappear 
you'll notice all the boundaries dissipate and everything is nearer, 
elevation from some meditation, 
try to find some meanin' with some lucid dreamin,' 
try to find the feelin,' 
deprivation for some stimulation, 
four days without sleepin', and my mind is speaking, 
focus on your breathin,' 
I just wanna know what it's like, 
to be unconcerned with life, 
I'm upset with my fucking psyche and fuck always being polite, 
I'm trying to see the light, 
I'm trying to get through this phase, 
I wanna let go of spite, 
I wanna let go of the pain, 
re-identify, and re-organize, 
all that's in your mind, 
gotta try to reclassify, 
let the ego die, unify with environment, 
no way to clarify or simplify, 
the requirements 

Chorus: 
Aloe and E for my mindset I'm tryin'a get, 
aloe and E for my mindset I'm tryin'a get, 
aloe and E for my mindset I'm tryin'a get, 
myself some clearance through this mirror so I'll find it (X2) 

Monologue: 
Thoughts are flowing rapidly in a visible stream of space. 
Each thought physically composed of matter within the stream. 
The colors are bright and lively. 
Reflecting the fact that the majority of the thoughts within the stream are of a positive nature. 
Everything is so spacious. 
Each individual cerebration has a perfectly sized place allotted for it within the stream. 
And at this particular moment, every single one is precisely in place. 

Verse 2: 
Red is for the fire of the vile thought murderers, 
if your thoughts concur enough then your have not heard of 'em, 
Orange is the color for the happiness and fascination, 
taking past elation and combing it with aspiration, 
Yellow is an entity of reverie and energy, 
ecstasy and intensity, and effigy of pleasantry, 
Green is for the healin', and appealing good feelings, 
harmonious state of being, a glorious place to be in, 
with Blue there's a breadth, 
of knowledge and of depth, 
tranquility, calmness, 
and feelings of non-stress. 
Purple is the power, the wisdom and ambition, 
a transition to cognition from pre-disposition 
White is the light, innocence and delight, 
vividness and outright, 
limitless and polite, 
Black is the unknown, 
the evil and mysterious, 
deceitful and experienced, 
lethal amount of fearlessness 

Chorus

Don't abstain from the questions, 
exchange your perception, 
change your direction, 
that's brain interception 

Shit Max why you bein' so deep? 
That's the type of shit that put people to sleep. 

YEAH. 

Maybe I should just drink and eat DiGiorno, 
heat up a frozen lasagna from the store yo, 
pop the lid off of that can of cream corn, oh 
now that's a true Italian feast 
Bonjourno. 
After that I'll kick back and watch a porno, 
then I'll probly start a game of Halo 4 though, 
capture the flag, oh shit! I'm 'bout to score yo! 
That'll show these fuckin' neck beards and 12 year olds 
A buncha weirdos, plus they called me queer so, 
I'mma take this sniper and shoot 'em down from the air, oh 
enough of this I'mma flip on the tube, 
suck on some ice cubes and watch some cartoons, 
Ah-ah 

Chorus: 
It's the L-M-N-O James P. Maxwell, 
I make a fraction of a cent when my tracks sell, 
loungin' watchin' Spongebob eatin' Snackwells, 
funnier than a joke Zach Galifianak tells (X2) 

Verse 2: 
Check it 
Lookin' at the mirror haven't shaved in four days, 
fuck it I heard the girls are into scruff anyways, 
hit the Axe body spray, 
rub my back with Olay, 
now that i'm irresistable I'll be on my way, 
Hey. 
Free apps after 9 o'clock, 
in the parking lot, doors locked, staring at my watch 
8:59 start walkin' in, 
chicken quesadilla killa, 
that's what they call me man, 
Nah, no one really calls me that, 
but seriously, quesadillas that's a lovely snack, 
Aaron's Party for the ride home, 
That's how I beat Shaq? My jam since 9 years old. 
TNG's on the TV screen, wonder how Piccard will get out of the jam this week 
Oh shit! The damn Klingons are mad again, 
if you ask me they should have teamed up with the Cardassians 

Chorus: 

Verse 3: 
Throw some Bagel Bites in the oven, 
pepperoni and cheese so you know that I ain't frontin', 
time to work out, 
20 pull ups on the pull up bar, that's a PR, 
eat a swiss roll for my reward, 
I'm only smart cuz of Lori Beth Denberg, 
people saying I ain't a geek but bitch I been nerd, 
I'm just tryin'a say some stuff that ain't been heard, 
unlike rappers rhyming the N word with the N word 
I got the sweetness like Patrick Star with the cookie, 
Gary all on me like he tryin'a get some nookie, 
I can't tell you how many times people mistook me 
for that Mr. Tumnus dude from Narnia, 
Oh lookie! 
Chillin' with the dudes drinkin' white Russians. 
Eatin' Chalupas by the baker's dozen. 
Wait, I smell smoke pause the discussion, 
Oh shit forgot those Bagel Bites in the oven! 

Fuck dude there's fire, there's smoke and fire. Grab the fire extinguisher! Grab the! What are you doing! God! Dude get it! God damn it! 

Chorus

Ending Verse:
Everybody's dealing with some bullshit. 
And everybody else seems to think they're all full of it. 
The same thing that you might view as inconsequential's 
what they blame for creating the hell on earth that they've been through. 
It's easy to write off something you've never seen, 
life is peachy all across when your grass is ever green, 
can't see it, ignore it, speed by it, and floor it, 
it's nothing to you but to them this shit is horri- 
-fying, 
Prying, 
Drying. 
Lying. 
Sighing. 

Dying,

Verse 1: 
Wake up disheveled, grab a pencil, settle into my station, 
adjust the levels, and then revel in the treble and bass and, 
get to work, smirk, while I play the music back then, 
go bizzerk, Cirque du Soleil on the track, 
if it ain't that I got my head in the interwebs, 
studying music, Star Trek, or tetris perhaps, 
and on the surface this behavior seems innocent, 
but the purpose is I do this to avoid the inner shit, 
blocking up my head before my mind can start wondering, 
conjuring up thoughts I don't wanna get caught pondering, 
honestly I've been distrought on and off an on again, 
cautiously I wanna stop these awful thoughts from followin', 
my every move and I know I shouldn't avoid 'em, 
but the truth is that I don't know of any ways to destroy 'em, 
and the longer the exist the bigger they grow, 
and I just figure they'll get sick and wicker as they go, 
oh 

Chorus: 
Oh, oh, oh, no 
Why don't they ever go, go, go, go, 
Oh I will never know, know, know, know, 
(Invading my head space, invading my head space, they're buried inside can't penetrate through my lead face, in dead space. Send 'em to dead space. All I want is to send 'em to dead space.) 
No I will never know, know, know, know, 
No I will never know 

Verse 2: 
For as long as I remember these creatures have been inside me, 
and I've been tryin'a excrete them out of my mind and my body, 
hazardous far from charming, they travel like they're an army, 
the catalyst for my crying, my happiness they deny me, while they, 
do their thing they prevent me from excelling, 
well they yelling out my name out from under where they're dwelling, 
hell they swellin' up my pain and I wonder who can tell, 
will they compel me to explain to someone just how I'm feelin? Yellin' 
Is there someone who can help me? 
Though it's out of my control I am still feelin guilty, 
cuz I'm one. I'm the sole proprietor of  this filthy, 
mind and body I'm responsible for it even if it kills me, 
and the fear that I have which conquers all my thoughts so constantly, 
is that my timidity is taken all for pomposity, 
sometimes I feel like there's two people shouting inside of me, 
and I can never tell who to pick out of the cacophony 

Chorus 

Final Section 
(chopped up vocals containing the lyrics that are found in the verse at the very end of "Manifestations (Main Theme)"