Album: High Visceral {Part 1}
I’m ill again, and this time I am fucked
I probably shouldn’t have stayed out
But I couldn’t help getting drunk
This life that I have been prescribed
Is taking control of my head
I’m tethered to matters I don’t really like
Can you take me to your world instead
So I can lose myself and find a reason to care
Stored in thoughts with astronauts
On a universal carousel
So I’m bootlegging it around space
Trying to find out where I originate
There’s a neurologic correlation
That is relative to your relatives
'Cause we’re all designed
To be alien
With atoms to hire
Subterranean
For every life kind
Trying to hide from entropy
I lost my sense but I found a friend to talk
Addicted to fluorescent minds
And colourful dialogue
His ideas are all pear-shaped
'Cause his brain and his heart are divorced
From a time long before me So scattered and out of control
He’s on planet hoping endorphins
Waiting for life to be reinstalled
'Cause we’re all designed
To be alien
With atoms to hire
Subterranean
For every life kind
Trying to hide from entropy
I had such a lovely time
Watching galaxies align
I could stay here for days
Making sunlight separate
To be alien
With atoms to hire
Subterranean
For every life kind
Trying to hide from entropy