What can you do when your delusions of grandeur are true? You just trust in your own innate power, and believe in the strength of your mind What can you do when your delusions of grandeur are true? You just trust your own perceptions and believe in the strength of your eyes, you just trust your own perceptions and step into the light

Parked in the breakdown lane of life waiting for a truck to tow me away watching the whooshing world blow by on a frozen sunny day with the windows closed there's a desiccated rose on the dust caked dashboard from over a year ago tired of watching the whooshing world blow by I rest my eyes and the day just dies another day just dies another day just dies another day just

In the moment that my warm breath finished blowing out the candles the blazing godlike finger of expanded self-awareness poked it's way down through the ceiling into my home and touched my forehead and now my self image is a puddle on the floor. Destabilized and formless I am afraid and feeling fragile still clinging to the memory of the confidence of ignorance and feeling small

"The grass is always greener" just means the other side also sucks and both sides being equal there's no need to covet much and if you're still alive and breathing it's cause you've always had enough. So with your own grass gleaming greener life is nice and when it's fucked you see the chunks of gold that disaster always churns up. And if you're still alive and breathing just look up and see the sun and smile thanks and bend on down and pick em up

I lost track of the story I dropped the golden thread the little flash of light ahead that tells me no dead end is dead. Sitting in the dark, knowing the daylight's always near, knowing everything is golden just stupid sad and bored to tears. So glad I've got this soft dark place to lay, waiting for the sun to shine inside me on a sunny summer day. Nothing's wrong

Back when I was clearheaded, I was aways scared of losing control, I held myself in clenches counting breaths just to settle my soul. It didn't work too well but I didn't wanna blur my world, so I trudged along, alone, sifting ashes and discovering pearls. Then the world just ended and eventually I took the leap, letting go and getting high and chilling out turned out to be a pretty good decision for me

Got born again, now I feel old again, I thought I'd stumbled somewhere true, these days it feels like life's on hold again, and I've traveled further than I knew, over the hills and through the valleys toward the shadow of death, it's right over there, scan the horizon man, I feel ill prepared. Over the hills again over the hills again over the hills again

TRUE DELUSION What can you do when your delusions of grandeur are true? You just trust in your own innate power, and believe in the strength of your mind What can you do when your delusions of grandeur are true? You just trust your own perceptions and believe in the strength of your eyes, you just trust your own perceptions and step into the light BREAKDOWN LANE Parked in the breakdown lane of life waiting for a truck to tow me away watching the whooshing world blow by on a frozen sunny day with the windows closed there's a desiccated rose on the dust caked dashboard from over a year ago tired of watching the whooshing world blow by I rest my eyes and the day just dies another day just dies another day just dies another day just FEELING SMALL In the moment that my warm breath finished blowing out the candles the blazing godlike finger of expanded self-awareness poked it's way down through the ceiling into my home and touched my forehead and now my self image is a puddle on the floor. Destabilized and formless I am afraid and feeling fragile still clinging to the memory of the confidence of ignorance and feeling small THE OTHER SIDE "The grass is always greener" just means the other side also sucks and both sides being equal there's no need to covet much and if you're still alive and breathing it's cause you've always had enough. So with your own grass gleaming greener life is nice and when it's fucked you see the chunks of gold that disaster always churns up. And if you're still alive and breathing just look up and see the sun and smile thanks and bend on down and pick em up THE GOLDEN THREAD I lost track of the story I dropped the golden thread the little flash of light ahead that tells me no dead end is dead. Sitting in the dark, knowing the daylight's always near, knowing everything is golden just stupid sad and bored to tears. So glad I've got this soft dark place to lay, waiting for the sun to shine inside me on a sunny summer day. Nothing's wrong PRETTY GOOD DECISION Back when I was clearheaded, I was aways scared of losing control, I held myself in clenches counting breaths just to settle my soul. It didn't work too well but I didn't wanna blur my world, so I trudged along, alone, sifting ashes and discovering pearls. Then the world just ended and eventually I took the leap, letting go and getting high and chilling out turned out to be a pretty good decision for me OVER THE HILLS Got born again, now I feel old again, I thought I'd stumbled somewhere true, these days it feels like life's on hold again, and I've traveled further than I knew, over the hills and through the valleys toward the shadow of death, it's right over there, scan the horizon man, I feel ill prepared. Over the hills again over the hills again over the hills again