We were all so alive when we made it
Now all so dead and frustrated.
Deathbed,  from a life you are hiding
Better of dead than faking and vibing.

Rather like a layer in my spherical soul.
Dooms day hit me hard like Chris jerico.
Skating in the eve let's go,
I love you, no I don't take it slow.
I'm happy, no im not - hello,
What's up with your bacterial soul?
Dissociative much?  Hell no
Bipolar maybe then? Dude woah!

Thinking of a status quo,
I really should stop rhyming for my soul will depart to another world
Maybe with a girl that would send me texts when she wants to without me asking her.
But it's all in our dreams
Just another reason to escape out reality
Think about your prayers before you sleep
Make them colourful and love hard like a dinosaur.