Blackboxwarrior - Okultra

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[Verse 1]

         Gm
Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor,
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panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges,
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Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
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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,
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he skipped this town and headed straight down history

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Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
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quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
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His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito
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Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes”


[Chorus]

    Gm
For what? For what?
    Cm
For what it’s worth,
   D                                Gm
if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
    Gm
For what? For what?
    Cm
For what it’s worth,
        D                                                Gm
there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 2]
             Gm
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
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around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love
                                 Gm
and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line
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cry a hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang “for Auld Lang Syne,
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happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics”

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His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat
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His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
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He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
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Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

[Chorus]

    Gm
For what? For what?
    Cm
For what it’s worth,
   D                                Gm
if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
    Gm
For what? For what?
    Cm
For what it’s worth,
        D                                                Gm
there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down


[Instrumental]

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[Bridge]

(Spoken)
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Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat?
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Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to.
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Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning?
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Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?
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Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming 
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Escher/Mandelbrot head?
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And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs,
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did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes
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casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel
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from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you,
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your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day?
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Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report
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of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning
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works as well as this transorbital ice pick
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Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with.
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What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them.
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So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror.
I guess it’s just something people do.


[Verse 3]
         Am
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function,
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coital machinations of the dead
Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus
                            Am
and learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi
                              E
causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem,
                                           Am    A
not the things you do but something sick inside

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Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
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CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it
Dm                       Am
Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
       B                                   (E)
You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine


[Chorus]

    Am
For what? For what?
    Dm
For what it’s worth,
   E                                Am
if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
    Am
For what? For what?
    Dm
For what it’s worth,
        E
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
    Am
For what? For what?
    Dm
For what it’s worth,
   E                                 Am
if they were gonna get you boy, they would have by now
    Am
For what? For what?
    Dm
For what it’s worth,
        E
there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking

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