Monotreme//Zenless Za

I don't like shit but I don't stay inside I don't like shit but I don't stay inside The platypus plummets a precipice Potentially passing Passively post mortem is the pessimist After mindfully managing the required synergy of body He determined dying was meditative energy derived of folly But no Om never showed vibrations in his presence Irritation contrived from a lack of iridescence With the fear of ephemerality he attempted producing poignance But the jack of all trades life had become the pinnacle of eloignment Karma hit my line and told me just to focus What the f*ck am I to do when all I do is smoking Zen is here but eyes are there they don't get up to roaming 140 grams inside my car The sun is up to warping My heart is opened Took it all in hopes of closing it in But only pressured my third eye Divine lies try to keep me hoping Hope less Lose faith each day I don't sin But don't end up with anything I can't win I don't get anything I can't win