Diorama - Intellectual

[Verse 1: atlas]

Catatonic, stone solid in a cryonic charm

I can't let 'em know I'm trippin' like a silent alarm

Either trust 'em bout as far as I could throw 'em with a bionic arm

Or end up settin' way too high of a bar

Sworn to secrecy, elucidated sister of the frequency

Golden teacher tea, weeping underneath the lights at Menards

It's where my people be, choked up like it's equal parts

Vitamin E and THC inside of the cart

Pig motherfuckers die on the farm

Aimless, couldn't hit the broad sidе of a barn

Myopic, loss hittin' like an ionic charge

Chacruna pluckin' in the sun at first light of thе dawn

Daybreak ayahuasca, dialtone trauma

Told my shrink that I think I'm inside of a diorama

Interloping, no sign of the exhibit closing

Still repeatin' my old mantra, sayin'

Always alright

Always

Always alright

Always, always

I’m just compensating

Comping every vocal, it’s a compilation

Scroll and press I read it and accept it like it’s not surveillance

So really, wh-what the fuck and how the fuck

You expect me to respect the way you egg me on?

It begs some harder questions

Like check, check, mic check, check, is this thing still on?

Are my distasteful bars still a disgrace to God?

My mantra: shit’s alright as long as I don’t face it

I twist these knobs and faders

I’m still a child inside, been hiding from my learned fears

Product of the silence from my father in my early years

I’m buggin’ now that thirty’s near

Gone somewhere to numb the pain it hurts to heal

I can’t feel the love, I can’t be sure it’s real

My hero, here I am again

Zero-sum game, I subtracted from what?

Meander through the madness with a palette and brush

Painting all the colors that I never saw enough

Always alright

Always

Always alright

Always, always