Whoa, you're alive
Do you ever really stop and wonder why?
Is your soul fortified
By the tiny twinkling light inside your eyes?
Whoa, another night
Should you live with your regrets or just get high?

Feels bad man
The up and down of the emotion broke my loading hands
Replaced my legs with sleepy pants
They make me smoke fifty grams
I don't pander, mandible clamper, setting a standard
You can't touch my precious glow
I don't care about answers, no

Tell yourself a story, life is pretty boring
See you in the morning, let your worries drown
Like chlorine, keep the liquor pouring
Flap until you're soaring, let your heroes down

Well, I think I've seen enough
But I hoped this trip would come and save me
My life ain't bad enough, so I scratch this itch
incinerate me
Heart pours the core of my flex, the lord in my step
The organ it plays through
Time blows the horn in my chest, I'm boarding my jet
The plane that I came to
Brain brimming through a sea of bats
They're nipping chords and spinning webs
of rhythm as they flap
Are you decalcified but stupid high? Still sad after sex?
Did you realize that all this time
your crown was just a hat?

Whoa, soul divine
Is there anything out there to dull your shine?
Bump bump bump bump, boom
Ten hundred times
'Til one day you wake up and you feel alright
Bump bump bump bump, boom
Ten thousand times
'Til one day you wake up and you're out of time

Feels bad man
The up and down of the emotion broke my loading hands
Replaced my legs with sleepy pants
They make me smoke fifty grams
I don't pander, mandible clamper, setting a standard
You can't touch my precious glow
I don't care about answers, no
Don't care about answers
Don't care about answers, no
You can touch my precious glow
I don't care about answers, no
Don't care about answers, no