Let me reform and detour
I love not getting high anymore because
Lately I've been lying on the floor like a coke head off of nine coor's
And I'm stuck, staring through blind corridors
Looking for something that's not even in store anymore
And I opened the door not even sure if I arrived at the right place of
Time to design this space aligned with the right frequencies
Idiosyncrasy frequently idioms flow with synergy
Speak to deceased to different deities I've been appeased
But lately it seems as if everything's been at decease
Maybe I have a disease
Wait, a second I'm still breathing
Wait maybe I'm still peaking from the weak end
Week end events still steep in my cerebrum
Holy ship I think I'm going off of the deep end
Sorry I was tweaking, repeat the weeks then pretend
We haven't been doing those same ten things
Reruns for months, even years then
Rerun the last second, ain't it funny?
How ten reiterates with the commandments
But damn it I'm not planned yet
A planned plan of acceptation organization of a planet
Misbehaving trying to reach a haven
But when the day caves in I'm just left hanging
Just left hanging, and I've just been undertaken
By the way the waves behaving
Be heaven, be stepping into the right the direction
Befriended the piece, now I'm pretending it's peace
Life – the biggest misconception at least
But peace resides inside me