These words, the illusion...
Coherrent with a hit of color fusion
Slowly killing me, but damn, 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