indie cult

Look at my self fall head over heals again

Possibly in control, but in denial, I weep the benefits

Keepin you in my head, she's a secret fling, that I plan to keep til I'm dead

So I move out when the wind blows west

Movin closer to the truth, best to get that shit off your chest

Can't carry on when you stuck in your own mess

I hope this message never comes through and gets left on sent

I hope you follow your dreams and you find out what life meant

Pyramid schemes, don't let that materialistic shit manifest into your head

One two three, don't you see

I'm a motherfuckin threat

What you see, it's make believe