Custom Eyes
By Iain Robinson
Tell me something like: They don’t know / ‘bout those stitches in my custom clothes / bleach that denim first and then compose / can’t just any kid rock clothes like those...
Call me a plumber / coz I’m concerned with your [drip drip drip] / kids set to get wet / coz they don’t know about the [slip slip slip] / see we’re all on a search for sockets to connect / so we wet to detect whatever shocks next / stick you little finger in the plug point boy / all we want is energy so lick it and enjoy...
Rock and Roll!
How you gonna tell the ou / that he got no soul? When he’s all / let go control? / they don’t know
Whole lot to be gained from some unconstrained stakes claimed in the earth of his mental plane / territory uncharted / hot blooded / warm hearted / with horizon eyes / let’s get the show started...
Call me a plumber / coz I’m concerned with your [drip drip drip] / kids set to get wet / coz they don’t know about the [slip slip slip] / see we’re all on a search for sockets to connect / so we wet to detect whatever shocks next / stick you little finger in the plug point boy / all we want is energy so lick it and enjoy...
They don’t know / ‘bout those stitches in my custom clothes / bleach that denim first and then compose / can’t just any kid rock clothes like those...
Intelligence knows / subordinate flows / is rappers relegated to back
rows / frontline figure / coal face clinger / slap me on the back when I push past the winner / shift the whole goal direction / back to the start of the race on some reflection / I got no fucks left to give / I used them all up trying to smile and still live / (now I’m) all dried up in the smile
department / confused / wonder where the heart went / not to mention the mind / but that’s got an easy answer / the mind’s distracted by some cheap pole dancer / mind don’t know when they poll the answer / but the clock don’t stop so I try enhance the / message for the mind body soul to dance a single step while I double time rhyme...
See...they instigated hate in the way that they’re implicated in selling out something greater than chemically concentrated degraded and clearly faded so polluted so diluted deluded but no excusing abusing the music movement with that syndicated saccharine sugary plastic packaging made to be replicated through marketed manufacturing lacking originality

slacking on authenticity gassing the whole vicinity filling me up with villainy drilling my muscle memory slinging my tongue telling the young ones to hold on strong to the sides...while I drive...only customized rides...see the world...through these custom eyes...
[They don’t know / ‘bout those stitches in my custom clothes / bleach that denim first and then compose / can’t just any kid rock clothes like those...]