Wicked, Wicked!
It feels so natural
It feels so believable
It’s in the past, it’s in the past
Wicked, Wicked!
I’m breaking free from gravity
You’ve got me so fucked up with your ways
I’m so sick of these patterns replaying
I’ve got my eyes on you
Figures.
My course is correcting, get the fuck out my way
You cannot break this frame of mind
Got it?
I, I,
I get it from my inner self
Oh gosh! Wicked, Wicked!
Luminescence of my inner-space
Radiance of One
Wicked, wicked!
Well well well, what have we made of ourselves?
Have you ever considered maybe, just maybe that the problem is… you?
These screens, these screens these screens, I stare I stare I stare, I stare
Looking for…
Looking for….