sitting listening to crickets in the thicket candyflipping i m a wicked disheveled white devil i m a wannabe phenomenology prodigy reveling in suffering through self induced anxiety with drugs to try me my body is work but i ma pursue it cause i m ruder than buddha sip witches brew and get nude giving tude to judah ain t nobody truer get more enlightened with each stroke of lightning if it s frightening then buttress say do it do i gotta read ephesians to these heathens chapter 2 verse 8 for by grace you have been saved not by works through faith so don t grieve your reason believe in what the buttress speaking she say to make way to the diurnal inferno enter circles with virgil mother nature s infertile i burst forth from the abdomen of scorched earth the birth of a madwoman i m an artist static exit fingertips through blue mist to touch lips and take trips i m blunted like rubber tips shipful of hits of acid taken in the past but i m still fucking blasted classic i m fucking dramatic i don t think we passed it keep going trekking to mecca my internal vendetta is to wreck my perspective resurrect it we getting higher to die purified through the fire through trials i go if i survive take me to green isles otherwise kiss my eyelids closed this is the road i chose i roam alone i hate the way my vision s oscillating guide no longer by my side i m too high i sit waiting reflecting