Woah, I think there's a
roller coaster in my mind,
Bunches of Sporadic thoughts
With one congruent disguise.
Pop pop poppin up
all over my head
And they're pop pop poppin,
shootin us dead.
My ideas, they're killin us,
They're surface feeders.
Eating the truth
Like tasty hour d'oeuvres
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Woah, I think there's a
roller coaster in my mind,
Bunches of Sporadic thoughts
With one congruent disguise.
Pop pop poppin up
all over my head
And they're pop pop poppin,
shootin us dead.
My ideas, they're killin us,
They're surface feeders.
Eating the truth
Like tasty hour d'oeuvres
