petryfied for the millionth time
slowly my soul evaporates
no parachutes no dismal clouds
just this fucking space
i know what's coming
i'm not working
i know what's coming
i'm not working
sweating out intelligence
like i don't know what it is
clinging to the microwaves
and singing with the soundwaves
i know what's coming
i'm not working
i know what's coming
i'm not working
delerium on helium
i am my own experience
i know what's coming
i'm not working
i know what's coming
i'm not working
i'm not working
i'm not working
i'm not working |