Lame Dance Party

Smoke that bowl and left with whispers
Distance and that needed warmth
Recedes my mind it wasn't enough
Something in the dynamic structure

Interplay consideration
of a fault in the system
An organic miscalculation
Breathing out confinement


And a new lie
will guide me home
But the truth
will see me burn


So suck in freedom
But it won't go down
Though my mind
Keeps pulling me along

No instruction, nothing to fear
Don't starve, but be calm
Little snippets to meet a claim
I'd pay anything for focus


And a new lie
will guide me home
But the truth
will see me burn