Petryfied for the millionth time

Slowly my soul evaporates

No parachutes no dismal clouds

Just this fucking space

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I know what's coming

I'm not working

Sweating out intelligence

Like I don't know what it is

Clinging to the microwaves

And singing with the soundwaves

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I know what's coming

I'm not working

Delerium on helium

I am my own experience

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I know what's coming

I'm not working

I'm not working

I'm not working

I'm not working