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 50 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 outta 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 50 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't touch my precious glow I don't care about answers, no Don't care about answers, no