Step outside the bounds and take a
Big look at the
About a hundred years ago now
Thought I was left for
Medium, medium
Medium, medium
Medium, medium
Medium, medium
Medium, medium
Mediu
Psychopsilocybin runnin', horny mother fucker
Trippin' on his shoelace searchin'
Who am I?
I am I
Why can't I get it straight
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line
And the commoners were
What if your brain
Unexpectedly and suddenly
Picked out things to flip
The evening began as a positive swaret
And my abode was
Damn, situation's new to me, why?
I see ahead afraid to