Building Steam with a Grain of Salt

But um, that I made, uh
The music's coming through me
I just knew what to do, I mainly taught myself
Except there were a few mistakes
And, you know, I did pretty well
So the crab feeds his astral plane
Assimilating and distributing all he receives

Including the inner juices of human beings

As best as I can with this instrument
To let what is inside of me
That I've just recently cleared up
I can fly to the strangest lands
I would like for that to come out

And I would like to able to continue
And I'm also a teacher of the drums too
Slowly, until it becomes apart of you
From listening to records
And it's like, it's not really me that's coming
Still, I'm a student of the drums
Which is, which comes from all the music that I hear
And I'd like to just continue
And I feel like I have a lot of work to do
That which assimilates and feeds the body
What makes cancer tenacious? The moon rules the fluids
To be able to express myself