I painted a masterpiece, I can smoke hash at the plastic bag factory
Please let the righteous preachers preach, Imma need speed to go to sleep cuz their distractin' me
I found the janitor in rabbit ears and he was makin' cats appear and disappear from empty space and burning hair
It's proof, that nobody can hide from
I hope it's not the rapture, or worse what's coming after
We can make the sound of a gun with our hands and plan to save the light for the right time
I miss the feeling of a life in my hand, oh we can wait for the right time