Interior People

Just on the down low

I'm feeling pretty low

Some days I feel fine

Others, I don't know

I got a sensory road block

I'm in a binary mind lock

So I'm dancing in lockstep

To music that I can't hear, yeah

Failing farmer, toxic crop

Two white hearts to shake shit up

Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the dry wall inside my skull

Interior people

A lens flare in my subconscious

The gap of death

I no longer fear

The Interior people

I keep thinking someone

Is standing beside me

But when I turn to grab them

They jump back inside of me

They tell me to do things

And so does the radio

And learn from the satellite

That orbits my shadow, yeah

Instigate the paradigm

Play the game, and drink the wine

Communicate with the afterglow that radiates between the wall

Failing farmer, toxic crop

Two white hearts to shake shit up

Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the dry wall inside my skull

Interior people

A lens flare in my subconscious

The gap of death

I no longer fear

The Interior people

Interior people

A lens flare in my subconscious

The gap of death

I no longer fear

The Interior people