I'm still on that drug
static and luancy
suspended by all of my problems
without helium to lift
my life in the clear
I'm lost from the beginning
of chapter one
lost at the chapels hills
and I'm still buring loud
off that cloud
statically gone
wild gold
working for the process
and I'm still falling down
all over town
and not even any church
can fix me anymore
so break the glass house
and I'm seeing apparitions
ghost me down
and I'm waking
with all of habits
telling my brain
I need it all
still in stone
incased
broadcasting me this
material dope
flying my airplane all alone
and I'm still in
crash mode
and I'm still on autopilot
and won't abort
this mission
so I'm still livin in this
shit show
and he'll no
I'm not ready
we're standing still
now
this army has balls
of nope
©mrnothing
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