Text: Fucked Up. Black Albino Bones.

Can't sleep thinking about it

Rubbing stones together until the magic comes out,
Embracing the purity, the purity of obscurity,
Try to capture the name as it spins in your mind,
Follow it with our eyes,
The dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own,
It's the little things that get us through life,

Squishing flesh together until the magic comes out,
Until we both ejaculate ride the wave
As a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic,
We well up, and then we explode!
It's the little things that get us through life,

I need a little escape

Burning plants together until the magic comes out,
Take it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates,
Hold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes,
Initiate the levitate,
We slowly start to drift off,
It's the little things that get us through life