Feels Bad Man

Whoa, you're alive

Do you ever really stop and wonder why?

Is your soul fortified

By the tiny twinkling light inside your eyes?

Whoa, another night

Should you live with your regrets or just get high?

Feels bad man

The up and down of the emotion broke my loading hands

Replaced my legs with sleepy pants

They make me smoke fifty grams

I don't pander, mandible clamper, setting a standard

You can't touch my precious glow

I don't care about answers, no

Tell yourself a story, life is pretty boring

See you in the morning, let your worries drown

Like chlorine, keep the liquor pouring

Flap until you're soaring, let your heroes down

Well, I think I've seen enough

But I hoped this trip would come and save me

My life ain't bad enough, so I scratch this itch, incinerate me

Heart pours the core of my flex, the lord in my step

The organ it plays through

Time blows the horn in my chest, I'm boarding my jet

The plane that I came to

Brain brimming through a sea of bats

They're nipping chords and spinning webs of rhythm as they flap

Are you decalcified but stupid high? Still sad after sex?

Did you realize that all this time, your crown was just a hat?

Whoa, soul divine

Is there anything out there to dull your shine?

Bump bump bump bump, boom

Ten hundred times

'Til one day you wake up and you feel alright

Bump bump bump bump, boom

Ten thousand times

'Til one day you wake up and you're out of time

Feels bad man

The up and down of the emotion broke my loading hands

Replaced my legs with sleepy pants

They make me smoke fifty grams

I don't pander, mandible clamper, setting a standard

You can't touch my precious glow

I don't care about answers, no

Don't care about answers

Don't care about answers, no

You can touch my precious glow

I don't care about answers, no

Don't care about answers, no