Feel a little less anxious, praying towards the sky just to thank this
Local comic shop that’s provided bliss, stash in my hand
Nervous for The Wake with pressed lips take me in like I'm Todd the ugliest kid
Reaching out to be rescued, refreshed and I'm renewed by a six-gun gorilla
Sipping off of Thor’s Hammer, one, two, three, give me four shots
With caramel but no vanilla
Daily visitor, I supply them with my 'scrylla'
Racing with intent passed shitty time 'filla's'
Looking for some Hickman but that's not a deal 'killa'
So I practice Zen from the start, walk in open-minded with my heart
I Love the comic shop vibe more than any Internet cart
Playing loose with my money like I’m living in cartoons
No stress 'cause I'm not big enough to get sued
For pasted samples that I’ve used

‘Cause my mind runs across many random thoughts
Sipping coffee while I’m reading down here at the comic shop
My mind runs across many random thoughts
Jamming tunes while I’m getting down here at the comic shop

They say the diagnosis of my rhymes is scoliosis
A silly analogy I know this sounds atrocious
But I see around the bend to my bones eventual osteoporosis and brains comatose, hypnosis
Roll around like back in high school with a blade as my tool
Not allergic to rules, I have no need to be cool
This gun is just absent of intimate up-close and personal fun
Locke and Key gets the best of me, sets me free and now I’m unlocked
Disgusted with statistics ‘cause we know that you’ll watch
Graphics, bloody, violent and smut
Prefer these pages over any device the reader world puts up!
Final battle right jab, left hook now duck
Manhattan Projects has arrived, hurry hide away your time
Reveal to me, alternating Feynman’s and Einstein’s
Across dimensional lines

Sedated and secured reading comic after comic after comic, I swear it’s not absurd
I try to leave this shop but I watch the clock slouching with my vision all blurred, I suddenly stop
Hunched over its dispersed, so I write a spur of the moment verse to rattle free this curse
By this design I am sure to pervert
Here, I'll read my rhymes in reverse
"Made its hand imaginations by and, laid I maze the traverse"

Comics let me see so clear, the debt for them is near
For now though I'll just get ghosted, bending minds until I’m fully toasted
Born of fire, I am a phoenix, now burnt and roasted
Born of ice, hosting all emotions deep inside the oceans
I can see the notions hidden secrets deep within my potions
So I’m taking bets your lungs have stopped mid-motion
Zalenka! You scream, or at least that’s what I was hoping