The Thinker - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets

Now down free to wander

Off inside my head again

And this time I got lost

Wondering if everything I ever said

Has made some sense or if it was

Coincidentally the same as subjects that I worked

Intents are gone I thought I’d interpret

My version of what went on

Then I’m hit with a wave of solitude, the talking kick

And I’m still letting it spill all these intangible ideas that

Need to be explained 'fore the barber can even take

So I start and look around and notice everyone is thinking how is

This guy so off his mind

Why does my face look aged in this world

I’ve riffed that strange bill and trial

To fit in, in a completely simple world

To waste, I’m acting myself even though

It’s hard to tell what is real, what is fake

What is the attitude I need to take

While I’m conversing, pull me above

If my tongue stops working my brain seems to flood

Overthinking things