Jam Baxter – Larvae Lyrics
Lyrics
Jam Baxter
- Live stream to the speaker from my mind
- Ground control to the beacon in the sky
- My, halucigenesis repeating on the sly
- Rebirth, rehearse by every creature that can fly
- Lord of the launch pad, fodder for the heron's beak
- Solitary amoeba, in search of a set of teeth
- Jekyll seeks Hyde, Hyde seeks feral beast
- For long country walks, mass murder and precious sleep
- I doubt we'll ever meet but if we ever do
- I beg you buy the kid a beverage or better yet a few
- My evolutionary moves crave a little poison
- A man evolves quicker in the grip of unemployment
- Fetch the ointment, peruse a few faces
- This little bug eyed one's fine, I'll take it
- Skip a few stages and suffer at the final boss
- Fly across the egg fields
- Turn into a giant moth
Fliptrix
- We cleanse your mind, like a, pineal detox
- Decalcify in the pot of the mind that we've lost
- Or gone missing, the spirit's drifting on eaves drops
- Concocted by the forces above that will always keep watch
- I'll put you in a box depending what you're speaking on
- Amoeba to people, we're all dependent on the evolutionary means
- Which we be feeding on
- The golden mean, gotta bring the balance
- Cos' extremes are wrong
- You see the world is where we belong
- Unlike the FEMA council evil, get the people trapped
- We're all as deep as each other
- We all came from the great void mother lover
- And that's something that's real
- Unlike the transcendual man made of metal and skin
- So when he pass, the body parts are left next to the bin
- The lesson begins, with the answers that are held
- In the future changing up everything
Hook
- Gray legged primates, grates running sideways
- She was up amoeba mountain, sobbing up on ice age
- Love get yourselves up (prepping for the meltdown)
- Switching every twelve months (heaven for the hellbound)
- Guess the goons into breh, but I've been gone a while
- I've got a piece of rotten skin to shed just fling it on the pile
- Get yourselves up (prepping for the meltdown)
- Switching every twelve months (Smash out the shell now)
Verb T
- I grew thumbs in one night when the gristle hit the face
- Now the grips too tight when this whole shit shakes
- Come pick new sides
- The larvaeous web betting, friend begging
- Jet setting, spores finger trend setting
- Settling in plates, fungus for days
- Same old crumble with the brand new glaze
- That shit fed brain tastes underdeveloped
- Have a sticky gold star for the wonderful effort
- Mackerel in the desert, humming that vile tune
- Tryna build a bike in the baking hot sky at noon
- It's getting hard, sell a star, buy a moon
- Revel in eternal night and like the fire bloom
- I assume you weren't looking on a free ride bitch
- Claws scratching at the doors on some feline shit
- In the meantime stick to laborious gloom
- Chillin' knee deep in fine primordial soup
Fliptrix
- Yo
- I make my visions visual like the Halley's Comet
- Decoding knowledge from the five platonic solids
- The cube is the earth
- Tetrahedron, fire, Octahedron, Air, Icosahedron, water
- Elements are there
- The Dodecahedron encapsulated the universe
- I unified my search through these words growing out the herb
- Communications, elevating power through the mic
- Move fourth, don't lose sight
- No wrongs, just do right
- See your lessons of creation through the flower of life
- We've been here before and fell a victim to the fall
- Now we're back here again we need to move to the fourth
- Dimension, ascension, see are we really destined? (Are we?)
- I must evolve a bit more
- Think of love not war
- Think of peers not fears
- Think of trust in the source
- Not the laws that enforce
- By the dutty stinkin' pork
- Time to wake up and morph
Hook
- Gray legged primates, grates running sideways
- She was up amoeba mountain, sobbing up on ice age
- Love get yourselves up (prepping for the meltdown)
- Switching every twelve months (heaven for the hellbound)
- Guess the goons into breh, but I've been gone a while
- I've got a piece of rotten skin to shed just fling it on the pile
- Get yourselves up (prepping for the meltdown)
- Switching every twelve months (Smash out the shell now)