Compass

Astral projecting cause my mind’s ejected

Body’s rejected as I start to question

My life, cause did I live it right

Or did I live it wrong, should I fix things with mom

Was the funeral worth it or is the body not at rest

Are there other planes or is there just death

Hoping to get conscious of my higher conscious

But the mind and the body keep prompting

To indulge in life before it runs out

To do all the shit that the news talks about

Don’t need money but I’m working anyways

This pursuit isn’t neutral but degrading my brain

I know what I want but it’s not what I seek

I haven’t put in work, I just beat my meat

Give me the things that make this world a sin

Cause this world is life from now til’ the end

Which way is up

Which way is down

Which way is the way to make that sound

You could just sit back as time slows down

Or enjoy every second on the clock

For now

Ignorance is bliss but I’m not ignorant

Sometimes I think that I’m more arrogant

Abnormal among weird and weird around normal

Mind half there but the body seems normal

I’m not a zombie yet but I’ve started the process

Decaying my mind and ranking up in the contest

This hunger is both physical and mental

But what I seek, could it be detrimental

Cause I’m losing my roots with the pot being broken

Shards are getting shattered as these words are spoken

Starting to lean more to the physical plane

And this state that I’m in isn’t the only to blame

The drugs were my aura and without them what is

Test me in two months they’ll still be my piss

I could be dry for years and I’d still be high

But it’s just not the same, and I’m far from fine

Chorus

I’m losing my roots as they dry and wither

Come hither my brother and act like a mister

No bastards no bitches no cunts and no dicks

No tricks no harlots and no more bullshit

Love one another as I have loved you

But the concept of love is more lie than truth

Too self-centered to care for another

Which is why we can fire on our brothers

It’s just brother on sister on father on mother

With plastic and steel and wood and color

With crosses and stars and books and scrolls

And now keyboards and screens and triggers to go

In this world is there any one light

That isn’t tainted by the money in sight

The moral compass can’t point just one way

More arms than Shiva but not one of them pray