they watch me like they're on their front porch and I'm new to the neighborhood 

Beat: DM2
Screams: ciminoacid
Artwork: Giacomo Reggente

Lyrics:

i feel meaning in all i see, hear, and touch.
the entities profess that i peer too much.

tell me don't be in a rush
like i did it makin' bucks
cause my purusha will erupt
if the overflow's not cupped.

they tell me...such is the burden of a great writer
so let me grab my bic, so i can feel lighter.

I know that what may sound brand new
Is really just deja entendu.

So, I'm taking back sunday. And Monday, too. 
neither scripture nor society is tethered to what's true
Individuality is the greatest coup.
merge my view with what all the parts emerge to.

meditate in a mosh pit
let reality slip
is nothing really it?
imma need another hit

Guess I'll have to do it double. something like a stunt.
disguise myself so my whole being is a front

to the status quo, i know i am allergic
its why i flow on the mic from mics of lysergic

dancing to music for people who’ve never heard it.
how many times can i really be absurd with

these projections coming all up out of my mind
completing the patterns till its all a sign

so i twist one up like m. night shamylan
been following green and em’s light all along
the rabbit hole, you could say i’m far along.
cause i know it won’t be long.
till the pieces end up where they all belong.

meditate in a mosh pit
let reality slip
is nothing really it?
imma need another hit
meditate in a mosh pit
let reality slip
is nothing really it?
imma need another hit

i see divinity in infinity.
i don’t see others, only part of me.

maybe it’s all no more than constellations.
my radio head needs to change the station.

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