Higher Brain

I could never understand what it's like to fail

Until I read it on the faces of the lovers I impaled

So here's another nail, go teeter on a scale

Of the weight that's never really worth the tears upon the trail

Stalemating rituals are just a medicine that got

The population thinking they can be connected when they're not

I got a lot of inhibitions, insecurities, and critics

In addition to a conscience that could murder me in minutes

Minutes, minutes, welcome to the gates of Hell

I really hope you get a chance to finish finish

Tell them all the things you felt and maybe they'll be sympathetic

Right before you hang yourself and listen, listen

I'm gonna bite the hand that feeds until I masticate

And make it live in me a symphony that dance in acid rain

It's like I'm all alone inside a little winter

Getting bitter from the frigid shivers when I think and paint the saddest faces

Funeral arrangements juxtaposed with all the beautiful bouquets it's difficult now

To a more basic love and hopes when only you alone face it if I fall down

Down down on luck I hope it's temporary some psychosis

I bet that the sun exploded years ago but we don't know it

Summers are getting hotter, the winters are getting colder

The Internet's taking over and it's time to set sail

FEMA camps, 9/11, obsession with materialism

Shit in the food, television, chemtrails

Who isn't aware? Cause of you I'm scared to admit

We're living in a prison so let's set bail

I met a 70-year-old woman in Ohio

Who know all about it, it was reassuring, exhale

Now take a deep breath, eject secrets

Be the next creature to adapt – be well

We fell like a phoenix when we were meant to rise

Up from the ashes but didn't listen to the seashells

Be careful when you're high as hell cause Heaven's running low

Prepare for the final blow, I hope your eyes are open

Opiate of the masses leaking all over, take it or leave, treat it like you need it

Doubt it or believe it to be piggybacked up on my shoulder

Open up your little mouth and eat it eat it

Trying to tell me the only way for me to beat it

Was to be it but now I see that I'm sick of being seasick

So I stick with the scenic route, I mean it now like a teenage smile

And my higher brain is looking down on me

I could look at my reflection and still hide my face

There's an opening but there's no dopamine

It's just my higher brain looking down on me