Lo Fidelity Allstars Warming Up The Brain Farm Lyrics

Warming Up The Brain Farm Lyrics

Dear God,
The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
Despite his
newly installed, varnished brain, and being
force-fed gallons of viscous
demented liquor, he is
determined to obtain the new drone spiders'
trophy.
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats.
Quite
frankly i'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate
my headspace.
He
talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
as the clock spits,
clicks, and time speeds by in the
form of a neon snake.
Massive
delusions?
Very probably.
I fear for my safety.
He is as weak as his
fellow man.
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
clowns,
fools, sycophants and the desperate.
I insist we barter with the moon to
sell the patients
cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of
the
future.
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to
lethal
toxins
Hardcore Punk Paste.
Allstars takin'
over...

Early draft of lyrics taken from Radio 1 Breezeblock DJ
set
Dear God,
The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
It
has of late become apparent, he's driven by lust and
he's as weak as his
fellow colleagues.
A hypocrite, surrounded by liars and
bed-wetters.
Stricken with grief, he turns to lethal toxins,
hardcore
Punk Paste.
Goodbye Lord
Allstars takin over...