i got to clear my mind, keep it clean
contemplate on what is serene
because in the world nothing is real
everything and anything is surreal
i believe this and nothing but
so if you want to disagree
i won't bother to get you unstuck
i'm sick of all the flakes i see around town
i'm sick of all this shit that's going down
cause nothing seems right
but nothing seems wrong
going to keep to myself
and throw away my bong
as the story unfolds
nothing has changed
except everyone in the world
has grown cold
