You know she's lost her mind for good this time. Every thought's dragged around with a weight behind. She sees herself in need of repair. Maybe someone'll help her lay her soul down bare.
Lookin' at a new routine is the way to be. Ain't no way out and the wheels are lazy. Give a livin' when you're that again. Hoard in sunshine, medicine.
A troubled baby's raised on moldy bread. Abusing mind-fuck drugs softening my head. Out of control, energy on the ground. Christ slips on ice, all falls crowned.
Alive with the magic I know it's a crime. Stirring in the ocean of my mind. Below the surface a presence remains. Subjective indecision, signs I'm deranged.