Here is a set of lyrics that I have not composed music for. And I probably never will. I dunno. Probably not. But if I do, I'll tell you. But I highly doubt that. Take it away, crizzle man of the crazzle croud. Crowd. I mean crown. What?
"Acceleration"
It seems, only yesterday that we were lost
Our vision jumbled in the fog
Of the numb and throbbing illusions
Crossed the traintracks west of Burbank
We stopped awhile to carry our weight
Our hands were burned by the cigarettes
But hey, where did we say we're gonna stay?
I dunno know If I'll ever quite remember
Hey you! You've found another way to betray
Under the thumb of those who prosecute
It's just about time
To hollow your own name
I can't really say what I want to now
I keep changing days today
Lost in the tranquility
Your face it keeps morphing
And it brushes my brain with fear
Cross the median, turn away sharply
Cross the median, turn away sharply
Serene, only tomorrow it seems you were you found
You were buried below the snow
Grounded in what I had to say to you
Erupting inside all of the shadows
This ride, for us it ain't never gonna end
Our destination crashed straight into us
But why, did we feel the need to run today?
When our legs were truly so tired
But c'mon! Only a little further to go
Under our shoulders, our load is heavy
Never again say
Those words that you mean to
Even if your tongue is mad and slippery
A hot lie to some folks
Is better than the cold truth
Our minds keeps cracking
And tossing away the excess
Cross the median, turn away sharply
Cross the median, turn away sharply