Ego Death

You talk a lot of shit But I think I've been nice to you Surpassing all the other shit I was once in love with you I know its not fitting Residing years of feelings onto a written Retracing all my regrets The thoughts my body rejects Somehow I start to shut in Chasing the past, and making way for prime corruption is seductive But toxic and exhausting Smoking the grass every step down to your coffin Crushing all of these walls Hoping I won't fall too hard Hoping I wont fall too hard Suppose that I could give a f*ck about what's up In the morning, at noon, at any given o'clock What the temperature is, up from the past 6 years I'll be dead for ages, before my headroom clears That's why I can't allow it to get heavy My eye on the ball, and I'll die when i'm ready Cause this setting Couldn't get more upsetting My mama just sighs as I look up to the ceiling Staring at the wall And i wonder if I'm able to forget about them all Cause my mind doesn't comply to mind tricks No interest to fear the divine and unconscious Freudian slips are honest My impulse to read into words indeed is chronic and ironic As I sit in the cockpit Taking a path that won't put me inside an outfit Crushing all of these walls Hoping I won't fall too hard Hoping I wont fall too hard