Feelings hit me as time passes by



I feel it so easily



I got high in a flying hole to witness comfort in misery



Flying birds are dying now



Dying is what you may



People in friction try to visualize all the things that I can't see



Sometimes in chains



I'm bound with you with nothing to face



Call out to my place



Your opinion don't mean a thing



Time flies in the world outside



In a world we cannot see



You were a beauty to me, but it killed you don't you agree?



Come around, let's fool around to a mixtape that I've just found



It got blurry, are we passing out?



I'm blank, let's do without