And I've been drifting off on knowledge Cat-calls on cat-walks Man, these women getting solemn I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander We took a flight at midnight And now my mind can't help but wander, how come? Spoon-fed pluralized eyes to find the beaches in the forest When I'm looking off the edge, I preach my gut it can't help but ignore it I'm climbing up the walls cuz all the shit I hear is boring All the shit I do is boring All these record labels boring I don't trust these record labels, I'm touring All these people on the planet Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive The 9 to 5 just to stay alive All the people on the planet Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive, how come?
What goes up, ghost around Ghost around What goes up, ghost around Ghost around
Soul not for sale Probably won't make no money off this, oh well Reap what you sow Perfection is so... mmh