Utopia

Much like a desert rose That is getting on I feel autonomous Until the water comes Down on my knees in utopia I make sure that I'm eating first With my camera eye On spiritual food stamps I tour the afterlife Insecurity comes with a high price tag I'm flying to heaven on a plastic bag We don't f*ck with the sleeper My mouth is small But my stomach's wide I pretend my body Has someone else inside And I'm paralyzed My skinhunger amplified But the fireworks are ringing out Get! go! get! go! The loudest notes are out of tune Echo! echo! echo! Well it doesn't have to be Beings in the sky I just need some tropism To actualize Down on my knees in utopia I'm already whole and I'm good enough