The momentum of the earth seems to be squared,
As it's June out of nowhere.

Whenever I'm nervous,
Whenever my mind stops working,
Whenever I feel I've nowhere to go I look for you Krishna,
My magic I need you again and always.

Maybe
If I write happy things
It’ll leak onto me...

Poor poor Sisyphus
Rolling a stone up a hill
Nearly get to the top, he did
But the rock rolled down and fell.

Crushed beneath the burden
Of his own type of hell
Destined to labor forever
Rolling that **** stone up a hill.

F-flippantly finding four friends of mine praying
I-in cages bound wrists floundered hopelessness
N-nevertheless, the day after was flaying
E-everything, it was changing, don’t worry, I’m fine.