La.
I’m awake.
Find a new creation.
Genesis.
AI and outer space.
Hey.
Let’s take a new ride out of here.
Strawberry jam fills up the insides.
Myth and crystal cane…
Lost a friend again.
Hippie rides,
Mid-dream daze –
We’re all mentally insane.
Fun times –
Laughing at the outside world.
Hey, it could’ve been worse today.
Man.
We’re God’s creation.
I’m so sad.
The egoistic self wants to fade,
Yet having the ability to do
Is so hard to make.
So let’s find a new way.
Drunk on the ceiling –
Drugs all night to a broken radio.
These - aren’t my buds.
These - aren’t my buds.
Okay!
No more tempting me this time.
I’ve lost inside to broken faith.
Now, nothing seems to matter.
Sleeping hasn’t been so much fun.
God! Come down and help me.
Come down and help me now!
Sick.
We’re all sick.
Sick.
Inside and outside.
It’s like a box to me.
Cold March mornings:
Can’t write anything today.
Shaw Barnard all last night.
There’s nothing to say.
Thinking about friends who have passed away.
All the things I’ve could’ve…
Man is but a little thing.
Man is but a little thing!
Externally read.
Man is a little thing.
God is a big thing.
Yeah.
They were all drunken bards –
Singing one song –
At the bar.
Cigarettes in the ash tray.
Because white powder is just freakin’ crazy.
No, I’m not going away.
Jesus died on the cross.
He took my sins away.
Melt away.
I’m awake.
Find a new creation.
Genesis.
AI and outer space.
Hey.
Let’s take a new ride out of here.
Strawberry jam fills up the insides.
Myth and crystal cane…
Lost a friend again.
Hippie rides,
Mid-dream daze –
We’re all mentally insane.
Fun times –
Laughing at the outside world.
Hey, it could’ve been worse today.
Man.
We’re God’s creation.
I’m so sad.
The egoistic self wants to fade,
Yet having the ability to do
Is so hard to make.
So let’s find a new way.
Drunk on the ceiling –
Drugs all night to a broken radio.
These - aren’t my buds.
These - aren’t my buds.
Okay!
No more tempting me this time.
I’ve lost inside to broken faith.
Now, nothing seems to matter.
Sleeping hasn’t been so much fun.
God! Come down and help me.
Come down and help me now!
Sick.
We’re all sick.
Sick.
Inside and outside.
It’s like a box to me.
Cold March mornings:
Can’t write anything today.
Shaw Barnard all last night.
There’s nothing to say.
Thinking about friends who have passed away.
All the things I’ve could’ve…
Man is but a little thing.
Man is but a little thing!
Externally read.
Man is a little thing.
God is a big thing.
Yeah.
They were all drunken bards –
Singing one song –
At the bar.
Cigarettes in the ash tray.
Because white powder is just freakin’ crazy.
No, I’m not going away.
Jesus died on the cross.
He took my sins away.
Melt away.