Sit back and let the thoughts disappear,
why is it that only in altered states we think clear?
Growin up as a boy with nothin to fear
knockin beers back as a fragile man sheddin tears
misconceptions of my empathy are unreasonable at best
they say im shallow , empty; while this heart beats out my chest
laid to rest
the past cliches of the old days
when authority figures told us this thinking's just a phase
fast forward to the drug craze, the drunk days
the long nights spent complaining on how we cant get any play
i wont heed the words you say
cuz in the end, everything we love goes away

People grow, times change
but all the while im still feelin strange
these thoughts i cant arrange
like the chemicals in my brain
the high you cant maintain
the drugs that keep us sane
this thin vale hiding pain
the guilt of not feeling shame
i am who you are,
do these words taste the same?

Musical errorist
metaphysical terrorist
grammatical contortionist
thought process abortionist
Lyrical alchemist
dumb listeners getting pissed
mathematical hyponotist
do you know what the meaning is?
legalized spiritual chemist
on route to a brain-trust to find a nemesis
with a premiss
call me prophetic
call me pathetic
call me when your in need
cuz reality's gone dyslexic

this is the legal high,
the buzz you cant sustain
cu when my body's dead and broken
i'll live on in your brain