Dirty Scoundrel

Suffering suckertash tunes are groomed for the looney bin

Microcosm of the global problems so where do you fit in?

Obscure human germ

Squirm as the world changes

Societal relief leaves most brainless

Chained to playstations with life lines aimless

What remains hard to explain and when I do labeled insane

Strike a pose the flash mean I’m destined for change

Show my class, rear view and a fake name

In the brain of John Michael (Malco) V.I.

C.  all H.ell break loose if we can rise up a knee high

Breaking out of Arkham’s Asylum with B.I to handle to take back the night like a vandal

Dirty scoundrel flows proceed round you

Knowledge being kept in global security councils

Ignorance swept the land no surprise if it found you

Bow down in front you, sneak attack and it mount you

The passion’s irrational

So they sedate you with screens of dreams you never asked for

Lean physiques in silk sheets looking bashful

Strength on top of strength so blink and you’ll have more

Harness the spell that took you far till you reach death

Open your eyes to see Hell at your next step

There’s no going backwards unless you alive to turn back

In that case, switch up your view and start where you’re at

Brain’s Epiphany



Brain’s Epiphany


I don’t do much but make plans

I could dominate the world by night cover lands

Covered with sand first

Analyze and backtrack, scope out the whole view

Take a days work but by sunrise I own you

I bust

From the scene like the dreams of that firefly song

Like the sounds out the whips that I’m carried on

Speeding through the visions of light

The quickest marathon

Avoiding the reflections in sound

My voice a baritone

The sweetest tenor with no… sugar in the tank

Rather hit you with the back of the toilet

Visit your sink

Leave the waste on the walls

Let you use five senses

Faintest taste of the awe but a tempting sensation

Who relates as hearts racing during twilight

Mess around and wake up with a fiend over my light

If you hesitate to the peep the scheme then you’re out of sight

Out of mind

Till the next time and the next paradigm