I live in this cage picking my brains
Some only see their vision engaged through singular frames
So my souls lifted away, skipping on plains
Dance with mother nature in a spiritual state
I'm that rogue with that Mutant touch
Cant connect to humans much when ya in a stupor bruv
Because they just abuse your trust
Plus I f*cked my future up when I started doing drugs
Short of time, like I'm forty nine
Traumatized, as non believers always lie
Hear em talking blind till they saw the signs
Coz my borderline tortured mind must've caught the eye
Stay connected to that psy link
On some wi fi shit, waves reveal what the mind thinks
Tryna keep privacy inside of me l, as the eye blinks
While the super ego gets up to hyjinx
Anti social with the cheery expression
Angry vocals you can hear the aggression
Never was the kid with the clearest complexion
Scars on my face from years of depression
Life is a test, in which we undertook
And I guess I was meant to be misunderstood
People judge a book on how the cover looks
Yet read between the lines when the shoes on the other foot
I play by the rules and not by the mind games
With a slight pain from the migraine
A buzz turns to a light craze
Thoughts stay clouded in the smoke from the high grade
Will I find faith, or is it really spiritual
Mystical, or some kind of scientific miracle
Does consciousness keep our mind state critical
Or is it schizophrenia creating something fictional?
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I live in this cage picking my brains
Some only see their vision engaged through singular frames
So my souls lifted away, skipping on plains
Dance with mother nature in a spiritual state
I'm that rogue with that Mutant touch
Cant connect to humans much when ya in a stupor bruv
Because they just abuse your trust
Plus I f*cked my future up when I started doing drugs
Short of time, like I'm forty nine
Traumatized, as non believers always lie
Hear em talking blind till they saw the signs
Coz my borderline tortured mind must've caught the eye
Stay connected to that psy link
On some wi fi shit, waves reveal what the mind thinks
Tryna keep privacy inside of me l, as the eye blinks
While the super ego gets up to hyjinx
Anti social with the cheery expression
Angry vocals you can hear the aggression
Never was the kid with the clearest complexion
Scars on my face from years of depression
Life is a test, in which we undertook
And I guess I was meant to be misunderstood
People judge a book on how the cover looks
Yet read between the lines when the shoes on the other foot
I play by the rules and not by the mind games
With a slight pain from the migraine
A buzz turns to a light craze
Thoughts stay clouded in the smoke from the high grade
Will I find faith, or is it really spiritual
Mystical, or some kind of scientific miracle
Does consciousness keep our mind state critical
Or is it schizophrenia creating something fictional?
Some only see their vision engaged through singular frames
So my souls lifted away, skipping on plains
Dance with mother nature in a spiritual state
I'm that rogue with that Mutant touch
Cant connect to humans much when ya in a stupor bruv
Because they just abuse your trust
Plus I f*cked my future up when I started doing drugs
Short of time, like I'm forty nine
Traumatized, as non believers always lie
Hear em talking blind till they saw the signs
Coz my borderline tortured mind must've caught the eye
Stay connected to that psy link
On some wi fi shit, waves reveal what the mind thinks
Tryna keep privacy inside of me l, as the eye blinks
While the super ego gets up to hyjinx
Anti social with the cheery expression
Angry vocals you can hear the aggression
Never was the kid with the clearest complexion
Scars on my face from years of depression
Life is a test, in which we undertook
And I guess I was meant to be misunderstood
People judge a book on how the cover looks
Yet read between the lines when the shoes on the other foot
I play by the rules and not by the mind games
With a slight pain from the migraine
A buzz turns to a light craze
Thoughts stay clouded in the smoke from the high grade
Will I find faith, or is it really spiritual
Mystical, or some kind of scientific miracle
Does consciousness keep our mind state critical
Or is it schizophrenia creating something fictional?
Writer: Nathan Breagan
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