pull up. light up. smoke out. clouds. high as a falcon right now.
i love this astral wave cos it's wavy as hell like i'm high on my ego.
now my friend listen to me... i see the birds in the sky, the way the land lies like you lie. you say you love me but you're bitter, i see something that's a little sweeter.
kaleidoscope of colour and spirals. my message just went viral. i take refuge in with the preacher and his kids, the acoustics are choral and now i'm sniffing powder from my hand that's floral. i am not normal.
i'd rather die than listen to you. don't dictate my attitude or criticize my solitude. your criticism is just a sign of your ineptitude to keep up with my toxic dangerous corrosive wordplay. it's so good that i don't even need to get abusive but my behaviour is still abrasive.
it rubs you...the wrong way.
pull up. light up. smoke out. high as a kite right now. red eyes.
flick my lighter for me. my hands are too too shaky.
Ctrl + Alt + Delete = Self immolate.
