Draw Distance Video (MV)

Formal strength is just jamming internal Morty's moans
Cold calm yo
The darkest whiteness, I don't feel the urge to yawn no more
Regular blood flow and heart rate
Too strongly blinded to see the dawn, that's for sure
Eliminated palm like nose out of the perception
All about that consciousness that owns that control
Receiving the dynamics and quick bright flashes
Short amounts of attention spans
It's funny how fun it is
To draw yourself into the void of
Perfect imaginations
Fragile projections
Of what the better human could be
And maybe it can be
And maybe it already is
Falling down in a void avoiding obstacles or
Stopping to just temper the edges
It will not be for too long though
Now this is my f*cking oxygen
It is my f*cking drug that'll never increase my tolerance
Say know where the f*ck have you been?
I said: where the f*ck have you been, huh?!
At the wrong side of the history
Too much of the misery
And now you tell me you want to be free?!
Ask the animals in a zoo, they'll call you crazy!
Life: it's so social
So physical, so so-so, so emotional
Why the f*ck you think I can be a stooge?
No, you're so so so delusional!
Everything seems so distant
See the difference
I experience the life like baby who licks liquorice
Everywhere blurry faces like everyone was just an acquaintance
There's a depth in a flat surface but it's still just a draw distance
I would like to proclaim Casey Neistat as our god and saviour
He will never become a traitor of the idea of doing things
Doing things is great
I like to watch doing things
Things are things
Things are never obsolete
Things, things, things
It's like money
Things are the money and the new money
Working things
F*ck those haters, cause we are busy doing things
Things are me and things are you
Do the right thing, smack it!
I'm so glad to be a working hard thing doing a thing
In the grand scheme of things
By this little thingy
Makes my thing kinda hard
Makes my thing kinda hard
And despite everything
The matter of fact is I'm forming the shape
And I'm having it and it's so easy
Instead of being a sum of lessons from experienced experiences
I am the sum of plans I want to bear
On my bare hands and sore back
Yeah I got nothing
Yeah, I got nothing
Because still I'm just a blooming decay
Blooming decay!
I'm still just a blooming decay!
Just a blooming decay
I cannot take the use of myself
To word words from the wordless mind
Being left out from the scrap of the image
I want to attach to something
But I got nothing
In the blooming decay
We are the ones chosen
To rot in the blooming decay
Can you please take me to the farmhand?
Can you please take me to the farmhand?
Can you please take me to the farmhand?
I don't want to be the blooming decay