These words, the illusion...
Coherrent with a hit of color fusion
Slowly killing me, but ****, does it feel good to be usin'
From the looks of it, it's Hannah Eich against the world at large
Making myself a new path for others to follow 'cause I take charge
Just call me a druggie, burntout hippie if you please
That's a part of who I am, it's inside of me
It's what I breathe...it's what I need
A reality that doesn't exist is all my brain likes to eat
Continuing on my journey, barefoot, dragging my feet
All my movements are illustrated by the beats