CULT FOR YOU Written by Vanderocker My pleasure and pain I give to you. my heart so loud this quiet room. Taste of your mouth sweet perfume. Savage love. I fall for you. Most debutantes would do for you A hundred kills To be with you. a vested interest I take in you. and so, Does this commence a cult for you. One flick of the tongue droplets fall. this wolf is pinned against the wall. An ocean of tears pushing through. My body knows just what to do. Call this obsession not a crush. No staged seduction could affect me half as much. Well here- I’ll plant my seeds and stars in you. and no - no kiss goodbye, I’ll rise in you. Your body reels, your mind is sound. Can’t find the ceiling can’t find the ground. This notion of time, fading fast. We’ll come together, and make it last. Where would we go without you? It’s much to mesmerizing, much too wicked to refuse, but I’m so glad you’re home in my skin. My hands are tied, your truth comes in. How my affection’s sanctified. Your resurrection blows my mind. Is this devotion Or something new? This notion of love; A cult for you.

ENDLESS CITY Written by Vanderocker These strange new friends of mine, they’re dancing all the time in psychedelic beauty. If you should see the lights, you’ll know you’ve paid the price. Admission cost so dearly. I know your city now. Her love did something tho me. No need to keep it down. This sound is really pretty. No, I am not inclined. Won’t bring no peace of mind. Don’t need no one to judge me . Some say it’s paradise, what you call sacrifice. Don’t need no ground beneath me. I know your city now. Her love did something to me. No need to keep it down. This sound might nearly kill me. I know your city now. Her love did something to me. No need to keep it down. This sound is really pretty.

Taking Notes Written by Vanderocker On the side of the road was a broken truck, and a pot of gold. As the legend is told, came the queen of hearts and a joker bold. First they’ve found their hearts reflection. Then came greed and disconnection. Now you watch the train wreck in which demonstrates human perfection. Perfection - a morsel of divine confection. The drama’s just beginning. Some kind of freak show. For which there is no ending. That’s what they need most. But what did nature give them? Now we’re just taking notes. Another kind of rhythm? That’s what they need most. Ahhh it’s in the side notes. All in the side notes. On the side of the gold laid a broken cup and an open road. Where love is controlled, and pain is poetry, and weapons are prose. On the side of the prose, where sex is food the house might oppose. It’s where the truth is told. Where the labor is rough, where the human unfolds. No matter it’s crime, the vibe is high from the eternal eye. An empathetic blink rinses fear and rage, and opens the gate. And as the patriots hate, the city collapses under it’s own weight. In this digital time, the trojan horse Is a conscious mind. Which may sound provincial, but it’s the greatest seed of human potential. Potential - the key to be your most essential. Hey Grey skies What is there to do? Sunshine What is there to do? But the Grey skies What is there to do? Sunshine It won’t worry you.

SUPERCELL Written by Vanderocker I wanna shake all the people, wanna wake them up, and use their Godly given minds- hey! I wanna bust through the hate, I wanna shut that gate. I wanna clean this house of mine- hey! I wanna rise like the storm they call the supercell; bring in the new generation - hey! I wanna open up the eyes of the hypnotized! I will bring all kinds of change - hey! We will bring all kinds of change, all kinds of change - hey! Bank on a storm they call the supercell. And let it optimize the nature of your genes. You can feel how your powers are molecular What once was dormant becomes active and supreme. And then I’ll choose with my mind who I will stand behind. The echo chamber shall be neutralized. I’ll shine a light on every church that incentivizes hate. Lest you forget the devil wears a slick disguise I wanna whip through the air like a hurricane, And blow karma through the streets - hey! Cuz the wicked keep on tickin’ long as we don’t mind. Kick kick the greed from the scene- hey! I wanna strike through deception like a lightening bolt. And may we all rise together….hey! I wanna rip their blinders off, shut the tv off! Now! I will bring all kinds of love - hey! We will bring all kinds of change.