Heat Wave: The Lyrics...

This ain't a heatwave, this is alien heat rays. Invaders of the space made to keep all the greys away. I be the Name the Uncanny, missile commanding. Welcome to the sweltering corner known as landing zone four, one quarter of hot sixteen, an area where everything is not what it seems. See everything we say gets chopped and screend. The less they feel it, the more they scream. Delivery trumps any overall themes. What's deemed important is the way you perform it, conformists adore and support what's before them. Untill it becomes the next best thing. Then comes along the next big scene. That first thing is now the next best thing, as in second place to the best they've seen. Repeat.

Everybody likes to talk, talk, talk. All they end up doing is popping off. Everybody gotta prove they're so damn hot, don't mean to be rude but you're off of your rocker. Everybody likes to talk, talk, talk. All they end up doing is popping off. Everybody gotta prove they're so damn hot, don't mean to be rude but you're probably not.

This ain't a journey to the center of the earth, this is trips to the center of the dirt. Get strip searched and worked. I be the Name the Uncanny, please unhand me. This insanity can only lead to calamity. Ill directed, targeting the section most susceptible to these types of directives. My perspective is expected to blend with, everything I gouge from the end of my pen tip. They got tricks, pied pipers are inventive so they purposefully offend every one of your senses. At first you dislike it, you realize your like them followers and sheep latching on to the hype trends. Untill it becomes the next best thing. Then comes along the next big scene. That first thing is now the next best thing, as in second place to the best they've seen. Repeat.

This ain't irony refined, this is firing lines disguised as messiahs to the blind. I be the Name the Uncanny, fine and dandy. Find me demanding bland brands of plan b's. Anything to offset the stream of the same thing those old sources love to force feed. The retorts always being "You have to respect it" "You can't understand it" or "You can't be offended." Fuck that, I meant it when I said I can't stand it. Pardon Uncanny and his partial grandstanding, he wishes to be hand in hand with the glamorous and the people that have all the cameras. Untill he becomes the next best thing. Then comes along the next big scene. Suddenly he's not. He's the next best thing as in second place to the best we've seen. Repeat.