There’s this concept called reality… That’s been lost somehow somewhere. Been preaching her visions of piety… Down at the ayahuasca farm and fair.
They are searching for more answers. Conversations one on one with God. Some are too polite to speak of truth. They just listen and smile and nod…
Now as for me I’m not that burdened… There’s a truth that I have learned… Speaking like you’re batshit crazy… You’ll be lonely and I’m concerned.
There’s this drive to be that special. Nothing you won’t do to be the one. There’s a sickness like a virus here… And I fear it’s just begun.