It's not science don't deny it see through everything
Manic odysseys will just bring you down
Cult collections make you turn off to your tv screen
Hear your client buzz in the background
All the way in the back of your mind
Is a portal filled with DMT into another life
Waking up in a late rendezvous ride
Feeling colors in your vision like chromatic fairy lights
Can we move to somewhere not here
In the distance where I belong
Left the past a long time ago
Now you know it feels better
How can I tell that you're sincere?
Holding grudges til we are gone
Smooth the edges off of this road
Feel it echo forever
Hey, Hello? Get off your phone
You'll scroll until you're dead
Hear the voices echoing
Of your friends inside your head
Cause they're done painting pretty sunsets
For you all the time
I guess you'll get it right in the
Next life
Do you think about it
Is it echoing
Do you think about it