In a plastic garden of variety
I found a soul who has no
Pseudo Identity
And I’m always shopping
Even half asleep
Inside a mall where spirits
Solicit everything
I’ll be your product placement
For free
You ask to read the palm of my hand
The flesh will only tell you
What you want to hear
All this meditation helps distract me
While everyone still stuffers
Maybe I’m a pisces
Diabetic coma diet soft drink face
I hate the reason why I
Love original taste