Get up from the rest. I thought I would die from it
Live outside of myself but inside somethin'
My reality's a form of my judgements
Try nothing, and come out of it triumphant
Forming edges in the circles I run in
I approach thought like I would approach five gunmen
Carefully. Like hunters that find covens
In the woods. Would finalize what my mind summons
Back to where I could never just sit and decide something
As I slip within my mind's suction
I venture deeper inside it until I find something
Guides from the cow manure, a source of divine substance
A cow a** led to my mind's success
If that isn't humbling I don't know what is
I love sustenant substances, trying to find confidence: the one I haven't done yet
Can't wait until I'm ash up in a cubic urn, having conversations with the master of the universe
Until then, my life's a stanza in a stupid verse
As a topic, I'm one that the manic mannered do converse
Spell my name, that's a spell where magic do occur
I'm a state of space alike one where the sun's left
My life'll end as cliche as a sunset
Always doing more just to find I could've done less
But if I'd done less, I know it probably wouldn't have been enough
But if I'd done less, I know it wouldn't have been enough
But if I'd done less, I know that it wouldn't have been enough