They always find you all the time... I befriended my confusion quite some time ago She tells me everything is gonna be alright (it's alright) my senses make it real to me in all types of ways but I'm so angry at my jealousy that I hold it inside my heart like it's alright Catapult my visions into realism's bosoms Dreams prefer caesarian with plastic spoons and knives that's what you get when your brain masturbates there's no pleasure so when I evacuate my intimate states while screaming