A dual complex, I won’t settle for less
Inside out, I’m a mind game compressed
Outside in, I’l portray you a deep ocean
A portrait of paranoia that’s always in motion
These things were never meant to thrive
How will I ever survive?
These things were never meant to last
Chasing each other into an endless vast
When does it start when does it end
Maybe I should just pretend
15 words per second, my mind is electric
5 beats per second, my heart is eccentric
Yet I can’t hear yours cause I’m in a drift
Drifting away from you cause that’s my gift
I could sell my soul to the devil
Cause my mind is alert and on that level
Zoning out onto distant Neptune.
Cold against my Gemini Moon.
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