Lyrics BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA - Will Wood

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor,
panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges, Roman candles at
both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse’d his blood-brain
barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior,
he skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo quilted from the
finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming «bless the torpedoes»
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking
down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around
his Lotus jugular when they came
Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a
blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cry a hymn out
in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang «for Auld Lang Syne,
happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics»
His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking
down
Hello, welcome.
Why don’t you take a seat?
Get comfortable, relax,
take a second if you need to.
Now what’s bothering you?
Well, why don’t we
start at the beginning?
Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious
existence?
Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of
your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?
And how about claustrophilic tendrils
clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with
the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your
STR’d strands?
Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under
Bacchus' bloody nose.
Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a
Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day?
Thursday traction, Tuesday titration.
My hope is to assess through my objective
report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise
and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?
It’s about the best we could come
up with.
What, you think ideas spread because they’re good?
No, they spread
because people like them.
So here we are once again.
Holding, as it were,
a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it’s just something people do
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function,
coital machinations of the dead
Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus and learn to be an
animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes
Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be try when it is you who are the problem,
not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence,
please ignore the side effects
You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back
And why would you want to look back?
I mean, it’s no good looking back
So try to look forward, now
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, if they were gonna get you boy, they would have by now
For what?
For what?
For what it’s worth, there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking
down