Portal

 Maybe theres a miracle waitin' to happen

in the places and spaces with the mystical patterns

where dark is light and de light is bright

it's a struggle to maintain my appetite

in a time thats filled with gluttonous failure

I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour

Spend money, time or a very last dime on de tings you would only ever leave behind

It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the compass,

with no obvious answers to the questions offered

Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction,

takes the senses to a place of imperceptable conditions

Like who dare ask the sum of their parts?

Who should tell of this becoming hell?

To think is the link between life and death,

enter this body of sound and escape the mesh

As a child i was always happy-go-lucky,

as a man i believe i am just plain lucky

alive inside of this ya dangerous system,

locked in and I'm twisted out of all recognition.

See this is systematic of the tings I have seen

I am lost in Paranoia's most beautiful dream

An escape is made through a thousand doors

with a sub bass emerging through the open floor

In a state of near paralysis restriction forms analysis

guided by subliminals thats from another galaxy

mobilised and lifted by this powers I've been gifted

givin' answers to questions that never existed

Like; who dare ask is the sum their parts?

Who should tell of this becoming hell?

To think is the link between life and death,

and to this body of sound and escape the mesh

(Kode9 & The Spaceape,  Portal / 9 Samurai)