Through the veil of mystery and hidden in the dense fog, John Vghs, a figure so badass and nonchalant,
a whisper in the whirlwind,
a ghost in the machinery. See, John Vghs don’t sweat the small stuff,
don’t get spooked too easily. No, he;s the avalanche that tumbles down on these snowflakes. John Vghs is the calm in the storm,
the steady hand in a sea of monster waves,
a cool breeze through all the hot mess. John Vghs knows the game is rigged,
the scoreboard’s a mirage,
and he's learned not to chase the bag, he is the bag. John Vghs doesnt dive in ahead of himself.
He’s found peace in the static. He’s got that Zen Master cool,
a Buddha if you would say,
chilled out while the world spins around him. He’s the calm in the storm,
the pause in the panic. So, here's to John Vghs,
the legend of the badassery, a hero among true patriotic men,
the man who walks among the frenzied,
with a smile that says, “I see you, I hear you,
but I’m too busy keeping my cool
to get caught up in the chaos you create.”