psychology's powering our boundaries
for balancing countlessly on the colony
so altering reality is challenging
but now im hollering to the cowardly
shouting oddities like im mounted out at a balcony
burning calories with no apologies
to carry velocity thru the galaxy
acknowledge me cuz nothing seems promising
i've turned to doubts, i think
they're surely surrounding me
like walls to bring me down to sink
oh how it stinks to bow to knee
and halt to fall to Kings
in the clouds they'll sing
while im sound asleep
underneath about six feet
nowhere to be found, the key
is all i need honestly...