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