I keep seeing these people, I don't even know In my dreams, and when I'm stoned. They say the things, I wanna hear. Do, what I love the most. So I get awake And look around me For them to be seen But all I feel is emptiness. Yet I have belief, They will be shown. It's like the reverie Has an aim. Its telling me I just gotta wait. So I lay again, Close my eyes and feel things unknown. Patterns with a fluorescent glow Moving with the music's flow I enter my own secret world One that no one knows.
schezo is more of a 24hr thing that drives people insane, i just like to imagine things with my eyes closed. when im really baked and listening to astral or something. and for the record am a girl. 'bro?'