Insomnia Stuff Again :(

funk, alternative, trip hop, synth-pop, upbeat, rap, female vocal

Lyrics

I was about to go to sleep, but, I had to stand up, stretch, and flap these fucking wings…oops sorry, it’s what I do, talkings my thing, but I talk through signs sometimes and digital screams, hiding behind a thin wall of self inflated streams, “shot’s cream” well do we take it!? Ask an Angel, she said the bees won’t sting…world peace…ignite a spark with something Mystic as the Sky light up a fire between two states of dreams…or so it seems? who really knows…on a spiral swirls…and the smoke clouds twirl, like two ballerinas intertwined…third eye peers in through closed blinds with a thermal sight, sees her skip the party to focus on the words she writes…for shenanigans tonight there’s no time…4th quarter, 40 seconds, and we’re down 5…the move is, to the corner, go left, straight down until the rescues intersect helipad lights, then swing a right…west lakes has a doctor who treated me for nothing of which was worth anyone’s time…or so he thought…riiight…well it turns out he ignored my cries! so the wolves can have him! But let the nurses off easy they were listening with avoidant eyes…I could see it through the hypervigilance of a shattered mind…

I’m back in Georgia, mentally, as I try again to drift off into the night, and the plane that just landed has me mesmerized…”dawg you can’t do a thing if you don’t get yourself some exercise!” the future is what to me? something I’m afraid to jeopardize!? fuck that I’ll leave the entirety of the government feeling terrorized, with some thinly veiled threats of driveways lined with land mines, rob me of my freedom of speech!? not until you remove ammendment 13 and then I’m using my 2nd to straight blow out ya brains! zombie dang! boing boing goes the stick of dynamite bouncing around my skull, until you hear me KABOOM and a verbal vomit explodes, spews bad news and shit moods across entertainment stands and court rooms…that god damned ballet…takes two to tango…you can’t lie about the truth and then accuse me of something heinous though…I did that and got posterized, Dragic by Derrick Rose…I CAN GO UPSTAIRS! But can I go downtown? who knows I just let it fly either way, if I didn’t I’d have put the gun down while someone has me in a killshots aim, the devil isn’t real indeed, unless you speak him to be, so please understand in an evil reality I just don’t believe…in the face of humanity’s screams, know the suffering I see, fuck a shining sea,
it’s from the fuckin oil leaks! where is the love!?
where is the love indeed! listen children! the government misleads! don’t listen to their dividing shrieks! their plan on either side honestly stinks! never sell that soul for a party! I said,

never sell that soul,
never sell that soul,
never sell that soul,
never sell that soul…

woah!

the power of the pen!
it’s unholy!
like god damned guacamole!
a big bag of baloney!
as I’ve said it’s like I’m the real rowdy rigatoni!
always at least slightly stoned, she’s,
the medical patient with cross country immunity…

UGH