orchestrated randomness

puppet master pulls the strings to see the wizard,

hey there mr. scarecrow, this ain't freaking kansas!

use those atrophy stricken arms and grab the wheel

time to shift into high gear, keep this bus rolling.

call the shots and make your move, check mate!

paint dries fast when expecting the call,
but the phone is on the bottom of the pool
with yellow bricks and fancy shoes,
fickle conscience stings, folgers is burning dry,
light a match, take a drag,

apathy has no friends in this dog eat dog world,

bon apatite mr.spaceship man,

book me a seat on your next odyssy to ancient greece,
snap my finger when i see you blinking
in dos mode again, the screensavers flashes,
the master is calling but the door is bolted.