I'm looking at my self and I am cianide
I'm making my own world far away
I'm focusing on changing
I'm pleasantly surprised
That I survived this century
Well I'm toking up about a million years
And freedom changes every man I hear
Well I'm all tore up, I'm drisseling
There ain't no place to go except here.
And the walls came down
As I tore my soul
Spring forsees
That all is well