Misdelphia - Treat Your Mind Lyrics

Treat your mind a little softer and maybe you could,
Find a delicate way of picking up your brush to paint this “x” on your door
Treat your soul just like a mural and feed it what you need,
To make sense of this dialectic hit or miss that you seem to always be
And I'm wondering around
Sit down, a little bit closer. Detract the motion that we make,
When were wide awake,
Contemplating our next mistake.
Sit near, my little fine wonderer
Don't tell me were not gonna make it out alive,
Never ask these questions, just try hard to lie. The deeper we land,
The further we stand
The people around us make their last demands
The deeper we lie,
The further we land
But this is the most of the love I can give