People say I'm crazy; bolts loose
Cause of my twice-daily salvia use.
But if you're so unalone
Then explain how I can collect more names in my phone.

But don't attack me
With lots of little things that you pretend not to know
Like the fact that I pack a picnic basket
Every time I decide to visit a black hole.

For instance, the vacuum within your head that grows
Whenever I make a social inference.
That's why I craft antagonistic
Hip-hop beats

Sometimes I decide to sabotage all my relationships
Not a misanthropist, I'm just at one with consciousness.
And I don't think I'm out of my mind
I just think I've spent too much time outside the realm of time.

Unless you mean literally, in which case only two hours out of three.
Immediately preceding 16 hours of sleep
And overwhelming visions of nothing but the color of green

Shit like that is why you don't have friends, asshole
Oh well, whatever. You know,
I can accept the fact that I gotta lotta noise
That escapes the my face-folds

My entire life has been in a lull
Ever since I noticed all the spaces between questions were null.

So? What now?
You can't trust your perception
But you want answers in a reality
Where you can still raise your right brow.

Doesn't work like that, my friend.
In fact, I'm inclined to believe that when
You find out what happens after the end,
You'll wish you spent your whole life playing pretend with the Mormans.

Yeah, I'm where all the smart people start.
I'll send a postcard when I figure out where the fuck we are.
I used to be a creature with the ability to eat people and egos at large
Until I tripped on spirituality and my stomach fell on a glass shard.

Now, I don't know where I stand,
But I know where I stand- by process of elimination.
Aw damn. Was I supposed to save that damsel in distress?
I wish had some focus. I was busy using the pupils to undress.