"If just being born is the greatest act of creation

Then, what are you supposed to do after that?

Isn't everything that comes next sort of disappointment?

Slowly entropying until we deflate into a pile of mush..."

Tears wellin' as I'm rippin' the bong, trippin' and slippin' along

The road to shitty and gone, my spirit, a spear in it

Wanna get close to earth, Inuit, into it perhaps

The demons they come attack and laugh

My friends and fam tell me, "Just stack cash!"

But my grasp growin' weak might have em all gasp

If I go ghast by the end of this week, end of this day

My ending today, the day I'm laid in the grave

Just play this painting and pray my soul in a better place

My home, when you look at heaven's face, just look up to find me

Vibin' Cosmic Optics, divine timing

S.I.L.N.C.E.E. screeching, absence enlightening

Catch my spirit in a sprite, brightest star on the coldest, darkest night

Riding high through the oldest, darkest tides

Emboldened to come alive, before I die

But I...

Was dead first, hopped into this game

Dick in hand, head first, ready to fuck shit up

Put in that leg work, wrist work, sick blurt

Out oddities, the outlier anomaly

Entity from a whole other realm entirely

See it in his eyes, tirelessly searching for them to miss me

Get lost so they'll finally get me

Anti-Ripley's, cause they can't seem to find belief to give me

Least that's how it's received when my shit's left on received

And you say you care, but ain't got no receipts to share

Time hard enough, but if I'm lying, darling, just call my bluff

I'll let you play any hand you want, all the cards in your hands

I can't front, I'll take any chance I can