Feelings hit me as time pa**es by I feel it so easily I got high in a flying hole to witness comfort in misery Flying birds are dying now Dying is what you may People in friction try to visualize all the things that I can't see Sometimes in chains I'm bound with you with nothing to face Call out to my place Your opinion don't mean a thing Time flies in the world outside In a world we cannot see You were a beauty to me, but it k**ed you don't you agree? Come around, let's fool around to a mixtape that I've just found It got blurry, are we pa**ing out? I'm blank, let's do without