Will Wood - BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA lyrics

Well, he collapsed with
Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the ER floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
Well 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 wiedersehen, au revoir
He gripped his wit's 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 blend 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 true 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