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letra de privately owned spiral galaxy - wilbur soot

[verse 1]
thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air
must i care for nothing more than myself?
do i dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting, resorting indirected mourning
part of me that was selfless but left without a warning
well that’s what i said, but maybe it’s the fact that i detest
this obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head
oh sh-t, i’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend
revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend
anything bigger than myself, but in the end, i still pretend
condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend their time watching me as i achieve, my secret social mission;
to drain people with my boring stories and opinions
to see the bigger picture; takes intelligence and wisdom
but i won’t see anything with just myself in my vision

[verse 2]
i go outside, the blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any empathy
endlessly, incessantly declining any pleasantries
heavily breathing, socially t–thing, i’m open like a vivisection
intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections
infected by my perceptions that i’m a non-entity
project my insecurity until the intensity is weaponry
grieving a heavenly fiction i agreed i was dreaming. awake!
freezing, wheezing, fundamentally i’m still believing that
this is an elegy for concepts i conceived in deep sleep
and i helplessly watch them fade as i awake
i try and keep them alive
incomparable with life but eventually they die
and the brain i used to vate

[verse 3]
when inside my mind i find a way to replicate reality
through lucid dreaming, i decimate the limitations of actuality capacity practically eternal, mortality external
no god, but i investigate the blasphemous worship of the nocturnal
internally existing without morality creates profanities without the tragedy
and compared to the apathy of realness, i reveal my own insanity
the majesty of fantasy propels me from tragedy
vail to my unreality
an elaborately designed, privately owned spiral galaxy
financially i’m failing, naturally decaying
soon i’ll have no safe sp-ce to sleep these bills still need paying
open up our minds to something mind-expanding
when i drift away i see the totality of understanding

- wilbur soot

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