What’s this slack whimsical noise that they keep preferring at me?

Speculating on my plans is less harder then it seemed

My tongue starts to rumble and my brain starts to glitch

You take the wheel you take control cause I lost my magical switch

So do as you please

As we glide into the nightlife my sight receives a spin

Locking up all normality right in the very first drink

In a size of a cup, a multiverse of dreams

Imaging having affairs with all those Salem witches

Oh but stick around, it’s not my day

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Your salvation

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Dig your grave

All lunatic night creatures were approaching me

As the sight of the Milky Way starts blazing of the streets

All the riots commanding, there was nowhere really to be

I disappeared in some words for I was not very pleased

Oh but stick around, it’s not my day

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Your salvation

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Dig your grave

For some illogical reasons I woke up inside a swamp

Stole a pile of glass and I left without my hat

And I cannot tell ya what’s on the other side

But some things are better, tell ya

Keep em off your mind

Trust me