Wrote this song, Scratched it wrote another one.
None of em measured up to what I want.
Fuck this shit, I'm over it.
Hit the bong, Ideas slowly come along.
Then I just veg for for too long.
Fuck this shit, I'm over it.
Wrote this song, Scratched it wrote another one.
Found what I was looking for.
Yall ready for this.
An idea that came to me, Set me free from the bounds of the
Idealogy.
That I cannot see, It lives in my mind restricting these.
Creative impluses, Minds fucked but it speaks aloud.
I couldn't give a fuck if you slowly
Drowned or when you look me those eyes of doubt.
Creative impluses, Minds fucked but it speaks aloud.
I couldn't give a fuck if you slowly
Drowned or when you look me those eyes of doubt.
The creative process, Numbed down by doubt of your fucking self.
Rape that shit on the fucking ground and
Become something that could be profound.
These fiends will never see what we could be.
These fiends, Will never see, What we could fucking be.
These fiends will never see what we could fucking be.
They dream of a world that gleams selfish love and get rich schemes.
I feel hate, inside me, Evolving.
Free yourself of doubt, Free yourself of boundries.
Live free in the moment, Live Life profoundly.
Two faces, Behind this fask, But you'll never fucking see it man.
I am sinking in a pile of quick sand,
Travelling the world in the back of a shit van.
Scraping along as I write some song
Slowly I withering away and then Im gone.
Live free, Just be, Ugly, With me.
Show the world you can breathe and seethe
Let it all go in a moment of peace.
Have I gone too far, Am I who I always was.
Or did my mind let me travel too far
Am I still lost in this labyrinth of thoughts?