.:: The State of Borderline Normalcy ::.
 

Since we color coded emotions, discovered words and crossed oceans
I've been engrossed in erosion, my minds design is in a stoic motion.
I'd sacrifice my existence for dadaism! (That's just a part of your youth),
my main drive in life is Logicomix! (Just another search for the truth).
A note to self; your hopeless health is steadily growing older, ''HELP!''
(You're also getting bolder), well... I am a chaotic being scheming Dantes Hell.
Dreaming of where Atlantis dwell with sea creatures redeeming its shell
of crumbles from a society that was destined to fail, now it's for Disney to sell.
Presidency arised where monarchy fell, yet nothing is broken,
I believe any western leader is a modern day terrorist cell in the open!
(Really?)
Nah, I'm too busy watching news outlets racially profiling Token
as I'm chasing my omens with weed soaked in half-truths that I'm easily outspoken.

The real conclusion is;
that I should probably stop smokin'.

But no. My philantrophist personality can't stand average sanity.
While vanity is the epitome of an e-tards brain-damaged fantasy
I still can't seem to manage me like a cocaine binge for pill-collectors,
so I sit by and watch as kids play connect the dots with dopamine receptors.