Feeling great feeling whole in the state where I compose,

dreams escape my needy soul, I must behave and seem controlled,

I go insane, Im on a roll, I hold my plate- don't clean the stove,

I know the race but feel disclosed because the chase runs really slow,

and so I make it just to change it, I embrace this false reality,

so far gone in insanity that I cant even handle me,

scattered pieces, brand beliefs, floating thoughts emerge,

sandal feeted half believer, for- what its worth.

I buried my radio because I wanted to listen to underground music.