Design Fault

The tread of my step grips asphalt
 As the eagle's flight traces a line
 No wings on my back; it's a design fault
 So I take to the sky with my mind
 The tread of my step grips asphalt
 As the eagle's flight traces a line
 No wings on my back; it's a design fault
 So I take to the sky
 A pterodactyl stole my dreams last night
 I kicked the duvet off
 Strapped my jet pack on
 And took flight
 Chased down that leathery hide
 Reclaimed what's rightfully mine
 Because that melatonic package helps me touch the divine
 I've got oracular vision, but in a denizen's head
 Yeah, it's a sick Sixth Sense; talking with the dead
 Sat at a séance, calling on the breaker of bread
 But I'd settle quite happily for Bill & Ted
 Yeah, I've seen Reavers floating through a cosmic winter
 As Andromeda fast approaches
 Sol's last gasps of fission will splutter and simmer
 Before the vast, enveloping dark encroaches
 Meanwhile, back on Gaia
 Donald's now the Don
 The world's a stage
 And it's on fire
 Marvin, what is going on
 The New Right has it's Messiah
 He wears that mantle with aplomb
 Washington's Fake Newsroom
 Tweeting nonsense all night long
 Still the tread of my step grips asphalt
 As the eagle's flight traces a line
 No wings on my back; it's a design fault
 So I take to the sky with my mind
 The tread of my step grips asphalt
 As the eagle's flight traces a line
 No wings on my back; it's a design fault
 So I take to the sky
 Dr. Awesome, gimme some awe
 I'm a fiend for the feeling of finding what I am for
 All that's left now is to conquer
 Yeah, I came and I saw
 It's time to break down that door
 'Cause I'm a
 Master debater like Buckley
 Verbose as Gore Vidal
 I've got a Dead Sea Scrolls-style knowledge in this skull
 Abrasive solution, pump-action flow
 Evading vermin and venom to get to where I need to go
 I forgot the lyrics
 Something about life
 So jealous of your insouciance and the numbing it provides
 I paint it like Da Vinci in a blue bandanna
 Serving up anchovy pizzas topped with bananas
 The fruit used to suggest
 How looped my cranium is
 It's Sunday Split Neuropolitan shit
 I'm melting - quick
 Somebody, replace the lid
 And my jaw while you're at it
 The tread of my steps grips asphalt
 As the eagle's flight traces a line
 No wings on my back; it's a design fault
 So I take to the sky with my mind
 The tread of my step grips asphalt
 As the eagle's flight traces a line
 No wings on my back; it's a design fault
 So I take to the sky with my mind
 With my mind