Get your head straight before it's too late
Get your head straight and find a better way
There are dark nights and there are hard drives
There are a million things to think about when you give up getting high
Limited sight came back to tired eyes and we watched the city's lights fight brightly with their will to stay alive
Everything is going to be alright
Get your head straight before it's too late
Get your head straight and find a better way
On the whole we don't talk much anymore
We might as well be blind and left to rely on signs and semaphore
This contact craving constantly collides with conscious contradictions; constrained and condemned to stay inside. This year goes out to metamorphosis
There's got to be a better way to begin to get some more from this
The problem is I don't know what it is, but I'll call when I find out
These are the seeds of monstrous trees
When I find out they're growing I'll live off of the leaves
When I find out they've grown I'll harvest
When I find out they've grown I promise to get my head straight