:All of the time I'm thinking 'bout things too much And then I end up out of touch, and feel a lot less real than before I speak a lot of words but tend to say a lot less I'm just a fxcking mess and I will shut my bedroom door And as I iron out my brain to speak to ice cream stains I'll stare at the ceiling stars and ponder why life's so hard Locking the door, I will talk to my floor, and I'll say Oh, my friend, I'm not sure what to do To get out of this goo, that I absorb How to stop myself? Hell, if I know As above, so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb Most of the time I'm scooping mud and digging graves In the salt water caves and overgrown hospitals, the like Stumble on the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about how I hate this body And they'll say, oh they'll say We would like to help you, but it seems your living in dreams, come back to reality! I'll cry wait and I will wake up late agaaaaaaaa-aaaai-ain And in the morning once more, I will speak to the floor and I'll say Oh, my friend, I'm not sure what to do To get out of this goo, that I absorb How to stop myself? Hell, if I know As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb