I’m just a sleep-walking robot that’s out of gear, I stick my nose out the water to the sky for air/ I’m tryna see the light, but the devil tryna blind me…The Grim Reaper walkin’ with a shovel right behind me, tryna introduce me to the untimely unkindly/ I walk the line finely like Johnny Cash, but I keep gettin’ visits from the Ghosts of the Past…
— Jay Electronica