| Talking to yourself |
| You say things |
| No one ever hears |
| Knowing yourself better |
| Than anyone ever could |
| Bet you never thought you would |
| Honesty prevails in thought |
| You just can’t lie to yourself |
| A patch of lucrid decisions |
| A thought of fame and wealth |
| A caravan or process if you will |
| A stream of conscious waves |
| A prostitute of ideas |
| A maze of tracing knowledge |
| First and foremost always feed your head! |
| Retrieve all that flows with memory |
| Obtain all you know with sensories |
| Approaching every vision with indecision |
| Conditioning is a routine of minds |
| Recruiting all the intellect it finds |
| Insecurity is merely your fear |
| Of maybe the outside hearing what you hear |
| Can’t let 'em see, don’t let 'em hear |
| Projecting like an airplane in flight |
| I dream of things |
| That just aren’t quite right |
| A projecter shines on the back of my eyes |
| So my position of perception can rise |
| A caravan or process if you will |
| A stream of conscious waves |
| A prostitute of ideas |
| A maze of tracing knowledge |
| First and foremost always feed your head! |
| Insecurity is merely your fear |
| Of maybe the outside hearing what you hear |
| Don’t let 'em see, can’t let 'em hear |