Just on the down low, I’m feeling pretty low. Some days I feel fine.
Others... I don’t know.
I got a sensory road block.
I’m in a binary mind lock.
So I’m dancing in lockstep to music that I can’t hear
Failing farmer; toxic crop
Two white hearts to shake shit up
Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the dry wall inside my skull
Interior people
A lens flare in my subconscious The gap of death, I no longer fear the Interior People
I keep thinking someone Is standing beside me When I turn to grab ‘em they jump back inside me they tell me to do things and so does the radio
and learn from the satellite that orbits my shadow
Instigate the paradigm
Play the game and drink the wine
Communicate with the afterglow that radiates between the wall.
Failing farmer; toxic crop
Two white hearts to shake shit up
Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the dry wall inside my skull
Interior People
A Lens flare in my subconscious The gap of death, I no longer fear the Interior People