Draw Distance

Formal strength is just jamming internal Morty's moans Cold calm yo The darkest whiteness, I don't feel the urge to yawn no more Regular blood flow and heart rate Too strongly blinded to see the dawn, that's for sure Eliminated palm like nose out of the perception All about that consciousness that owns that control Receiving the dynamics and quick bright flashes Short amounts of attention spans It's funny how fun it is To draw yourself into the void of Perfect imaginations Fragile projections Of what the better human could be And maybe it can be And maybe it already is Falling down in a void avoiding obstacles or  Stopping to just temper the edges It will not be for too long though Now this is my fucking oxygen It is my fucking drug that'll never increase my tolerance Say know where the f*ck have you been? I said: where the f*ck have you been, huh?! At the wrong side of the history Too much of the misery And now you tell me you want to be free?! Ask the animals in a zoo, they'll call you crazy! Life: it's so social So physical, so so-so, so emotional Why the f*ck you think I can be a stooge? No, you're so so so delusional! Everything seems so distant See the difference I experience the life like baby who licks liquorice Everywhere blurry faces like everyone was just an acquaintance  There's a depth in a flat surface but it's still just a draw distance I would like to proclaim Casey Neistat as our god and saviour He will never become a traitor of the idea of doing things Doing things is great I like to watch doing things Things are things Things are never obsolete Things, things, things It's like money Things are the money and the new money Working things F*ck those haters, cause we are busy doing things Things are me and things are you Do the right thing, smack it! I'm so glad to be a working hard thing doing a thing In the grand scheme of things By this little thingy Makes my thing kinda hard Makes my thing kinda hard And despite everything The matter of fact is I'm forming the shape And I'm having it and it's so easy Instead of being a sum of lessons from experienced experiences I am the sum of plans I want to bear On my bare hands and sore back Yeah I got nothing Yeah, I got nothing Because still I'm just a blooming decay Blooming decay! I'm still just a blooming decay! Just a blooming decay I cannot take the use of myself To word words from the wordless mind Being left out from the scrap of the image I want to attach to something But I got nothing In the blooming decay We are the ones chosen To rot in the blooming decay Can you please take me to the farmhand? Can you please take me to the farmhand? Can you please take me to the farmhand? I don't want to be the blooming decay