Memories can ping-pong through infinity mirrors
That burnout the synapse to fire blanks at the k**er
Reflections stare eternal just waiting for me to move
They don't know I'm not the truth
They don't know I'm the delude
A thousand pounds in milligrams of micro sand phenomena
Can bottle up the problems of a rotten child forgotten when you
Prop up the thermometer to clog up all your nostrils
Watch the clots of blood drop out and turn as black as the andromeda
Check out the barometer
I am not a doctor like my momma would of wanted but I'm smart enough to conjure--all my demons
God damned, living like a heathen
Tetrahedron beacon overseeing all my freedom
If you see him better beat him
Cause he's running from achievement
Only cares about defeat and leaving puzzles in the pieces
Needin' preachers to believe in cause there's nothing left to reason
To relieve him of his secrets
OCD became his Jesus