I am dead, in my head. And it feels good to be here.
Cereal, in my bowl. Eating it makes me feel
Insecure, all aboard. It’s a train to no end
In the dark, there you are. There’s a light inside you.
I’m in a dangerous camp filled with strange perceptions
My tribe is lost without their names
And the chief quit his job to fly into the sky
A box of illusions denies his existence
I am alive, inside. My force is out there.
Peace of mind, in a rhyme. Speaking words on my cloud.
Native war, work for more. Feeding nothing to the source.
Shadow hides, in the lies. Apathy fills my heart.
I want to be with you, but I don’t wanna be with you
I found a bigger truth, that there is no such thing as truth
I wanted peace of mind, and all I found was lack of time
I found a heart of gold, in the world
In the world