First contact __ the start is quite simple / Put the needle on the record and that's it for the silence / I deliver, everything creamy full of vanilla, filling tracks with syllables / they fall off the lip, according to the motto 'out of the mouth off the mind'/ lumps evaporate deep down inside me and disappear in the wind / knots untangle themselves, from dull and dreary to it doesn't get any better than this / you need it absolutely/ I don't need anything / do double shifts and reach my limits / hopefully not, because L One and LeoLex, the combination so sick / Thunder and lightning , is it due to our fundamental serenity? / maybe, late evening alone at home until the muse stops by / hands off my substances / Swagger too curvy within an absurd mainstream culture / like a bouquet of clichés one hundred thousand ideas and one sentence / Suspicion of being obsessed over writing lyrics / with a little imagination I put a picture on every bar / keeping it thorough, progress put into words / one hundred thousand ideas and a sentence / imagination, obsessed over writing lyrics / one hundred thousand ideas and one sentence/ progress put into words / I reach a strange area of consciousness, diving into unlimited reality / immersed in mystical streams _ fantasy worlds / crazy vocabulary dug up and meticulously transferred / with chalk on boards , stashed for posterity / the west is going under, what a surprise / conformal robots with blood on their hands / the figure in my mirror speaks volumes and assures me / that everything is okay, that everything is too late / aiming high, the growth finite like Tetris / understatements forgotten, people are greedy and arrogant/ obstruct ways with a 'plate mine fetish' / there's a rule for everything, and contracts, finicky/ doing exactly what the scene talks about / Everyone against everyone __ until everyone is waving white flags / From the idle eaves to the atomic rains, damn / one hundred thousand ideas and one sentence / Suspicion of being obsessed over writing lyrics / with a little imagination I put a picture on every bar / keeping it thorough, progress put into words / one hundred thousand ideas and a sentence / imagination, obsessed over writing lyrics / we work on texts, beats and cuts until it's right /