Deadmics

Been tripping lately tie my heart strings
Fuck whoever, now we stuck together, feels like sardines
Smoke some crystal with the park fiends
party with the whoddies, too much acid gave me dark dreams
Never breaking hear a car scream

Wrote an opus, but its lying yea my pen cap
Heart was open then I closed it its darker than a Rembrandt
We could push past it, posted roasting Doja in dutch master
If she take the roach then get your soul snatched

Gots the most passion, yeah I swear its true
This raw rhythm isn’t god given its autism
Take a lot to listen to ya, when my thoughts
Is spinning lost inside my bobble head
Lost the audience again but im not upset

My posture is eroding topple over
Convincing mountains im not a poser
Talking to you sober is the hardest thing ive ever done
Cant wait until its over, well all be better for it