text: Inanimate sensation
  Vantage perspective from objective it came from
  Inanimate situation
  No relation, close liaison
  No conversation, no social contagion
  Bother me, wanna be comrade intrusive
  I remain
  Inanimate aloof skip
  Counterfeit
  Like no can do, bitch
  My vinyl vibrate higher than you, bitch
  I represent, aint meant to pursue which
  One of you, oh you all wanna ride, well, I aint got room stress
  While we continue to make shit tight the loosest
  Aaaah
  Blown out
  Base
  You got a minute
  Youre in my way
  Whats wrong
  Wrong with who
  So whats going on?
  Okay
  Where you at right now?
  Im not with you
  Inanimate persuasion
  Strictly still life with all of my occasion
  Inanimate surge of inspiration
  Glow like thermonuclear invasion
  Compared to swapping thoughts; regurgitation
  I revel in lack of slightest acquaintance
  No rancid level after taste inanimate negate opinion
  As it unravel like enigmatic onion
  Layers of interdimensional dominion
  Blown out
  Base
  Yeah, bitch
  Bitch, bitch
  My smoke, my butane
  My boots, my headphones, my medicated noose
  My deadroom, my schwartzwald hat, my Mac
  My macaque skull, my lysergic stash
  Empty streets at night, my bike
  Apartment sink filled with dry ice
  Condemned tenement, brandished rail spike
  Disturb in flat noir and stale white
  Grey cloud curled around my bearded compound like boa
  One of two thunderbolt we aint broke on tour
  Concrète antique trapdoor twenty-four
  Spots to get that get right
  When I gotta get right some more
  Type of get right I cant afford
  I covet these things more than any living thing
  Ive never been
  Blown out
  Base
  Im so Northern California, I call scratch bammer
  Pure overhander
  Live show on a banner
  Axl Rose in a blender
  Slash on Satans fender
  Rick James on the cover
  Running through your lover
  Like mean Mr. Mustard
  Stadium style
  For those who came to jock
  Watch that man salute you
  Endless nameless Lady Godivas we snoop to
  Like eighty-three mermaids in Brooklyn Zoo
  Inanimate ghetto box we used to pimp through
  Blown out
  Base
  Inanimate fixation
  Obsessed with my demo tape collection
  Inanimate riffs Im glazin
  Brag youre making music, naw, youre makin bacon
  Skinhead, skinhead inna dublin
  I like my iPod more than fuckin
  Blown out
  Base