Feelings hit me as time passes by
I feel it so easily
I got high in a flying hole to witness comfort in misery
Flying birds are dying now
Dying is what you may
People in friction try to visualize all the things that I can't see
Sometimes in chains
I'm bound with you with nothing to face
Call out to my place
Your opinion don't mean a thing
Time flies in the world outside
In a world we cannot see
You were a beauty to me, but it killed you don't you agree?
Come around, let's fool around to a mixtape that I've just found
It got blurry, are we passing out?
I'm blank, let's do without