Of beasts and creatures, vengeance of the weaker
Trapped inside an old soul ready to unleash hurt
Riding to leisure while having a capped seizure
My words end up looking like salad, Caesar
Too bad those gates are locked
I’m watching the clock
Hoping to a God I don’t believe in that I make it home tonight
Shallower than unspoken words; let’s play a game called
“Let’s see who can figure out what this song is about”
I dance - not for the fun of it, but for the sun
Cuz kid, this song of mine is the smallest thing I’ve to offer to the sky
I repopulate my mind with cells via consumption
Fixing my little chapped lips to administer stories
I stuck a pencil into my heart and drew something to look back on
Those little vagabond vein structures with the insight of sniper rifle scopes
(Ready or not, here I come)
Come kingdom to make a burden out of a dream
Suspended by the jester merely inches from the screen
I bleed lava; spit fire - I demand a throne
That I can sit upon and know I got it better than some, yo
But I am not the type to dwell
On the insight of the wishes paid with pennies of a well
Fuck maintenance - spontaneity is a bitch
I’m maintaining an empty bank account and alcoholism
Everybody’s somebody, but we pretend nobody exists
Paddle back out the moat, and float
Loosen up on that shit that you’re holding
De-evolve, crawl back in the ocean
And watch time unfold - it’s beautiful
Truly beautiful…

I don’t even know what the fuck you expect
When a bunch of better times is all there is to recollect
I take a swig of OE to hold me in a calm state
So, so good in my tummy despite the wrong taste
Chewing on the gristle of knowledge, I’m gaining weight
I’m losing my mind, its soothing I find
And these are the parts of myself that only come around when I’m by myself
on the weekdays…

I can split the fabric of time as though it was linen
I can tell a man lies like there ain’t such thing as forgiveness
But with all this oxygen around - I’m starting to feel the wind stains
Flipping coins and if its heads, I’ll take the dip instead
The ecstasy put a divot in my memory
So excuse me in advance to future self if you don’t remember me
You obtuse motherfuckers with wide eyes
You’re polyrhythmic chest beat machines are our little secret
Hush, moth I call a butterfly
Beauty is a singularity inside of my mind
So I’mma pretend you’re like a supernova
And let the definition expand beyond what words can contain
Don’t you get it?
I’ve never understood something so well in my toxin life
The droplets of conscience dilate my eyeballs
And black holes are just the universe’s pupils
Swallowing us in because too many of us are bright
Clear sight improved by Ambien days, and other things I can’t say
Don’t you get it?
I asked before, but don’t you get it sire?
Readily hectic - enveloped within the fire
Purposelessly roaming about the heat, trying to prove you’re not fried

Monstrosities balloon beyond returning to the ground
Safe and sound they say
I don’t believe you
They’re just trying to tease you

Don’t come to me whining bout your woulda, coulda, shoulda called in sick
This is your loss - handle it
I pilot a heart in a cage, I manipulate sound
I call glasses of water oceans just so I can pretend there’s aliens
But on with the motive, and off with the nonsense
Turn up the silence - the planet is too loud
Can’t even hear my own voice over the crowd
Fuck the soliloquies that I once thought were aloud and okay
Today, I raise my glass to the glad
And lower my nose to the pavement for those who disappeared when they were sad
And this is that,
This is that song
This is that song I wrote when I was indecisive over whether or not to keep spinning
Whether or not people were kidding when they said they feel my shit
Now I know
Yes, now I know
I pave the path I got to follow
I got lost for the attention, but now I am going home

I am going home
I am going home