crooked path

I want to be dead with my friends

Would you say that the individual may even have more than two personas
In other words, would he probably uhh

(inaudible)

Young seeker peers thru the tinted looking glass
Fabric of reality dismantling he's pushing back
Behind the veil still tend to walk a crooked path
Breadcrumb trail machine elves in a Wookiee mask
We're all whales in a bubble bath
What the hell ahh well he's a troubled lad
Aye please don't make me have double back
Can't count the pounds when you drown where the trouble at
Wet socks from the puddle splash
God hooked it up with dry clothes and some bubble hash
A mezcal flask from his mother's stash
And a bunch of dead white men in a money bag
Haha it's funny sad punchlines full of despair
Sidestep one-time tryna get spared
No sunshine when it's gone he sits there
On the dark side of nature boy young Ric Flair

Emotional response to the trauma
(yea)
Black it out until he's mapping out a new persona
(new persona)
Nah i ain't backing out i'm moving onward
(uhh)
After school of thought shark maneuver thru piranhas
(smooth mover)
No Tijuana tourists get the silent treatment
(yea yea)
Cold shoulders from the locals in their private eden
(yea yea)
All snakes in the garden probably die in treatment
He overshot the moon ibogaine defined the meaning
Day one clean slate with a clean break
Kaleidoscope dreamscape all seems fake
In actuality realer than reality stranger than fiction
Legs twitching as his knees shake
Yea consumed by the doom feel a boom heart beat bass
Picking thru the pieces of his keepsakes
Stash trauma in a lockbox to keep safe
Watch past lives in a loop stuck on replay