When I Trip, I Fly

The jettison has begun
First to go was the care
Second was the weight
Third was the fear.

Now I’m tripping
Now I’m flying
So deep below the radar of your give a shit
So high above mine
I’m in a nosedive
Head first into the spirit world
Speaking to things just as shallow and hollow as me.

Yeah, you are my kind.
We are GHOSTS
Fuck these mortals
Fuck these mortal bodies
Fuck their money
Fuck their drama
Fuck their everything
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Fuck it all, we don’t need any of it anymore.

I am not afraid.
I’m looking you DEAD in the eye
and I am telling you
I am not afraid.

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