Abdomental

Feel, feel, feel
This will get you where you want to
Be what, what you have always wanted to be true

(Drag, drag, stuck in a lag, lag)
(Acting like dumb, dumb)
(Then it's no fun, fun)
(Talk to me)

Cleanse, cleanse
Dropping my defense, nothing makes sense
I want, wanted to get real
But I'm still stuck to the wheel

(Drag, drag, stuck in a lag, lag)
(Acting like dumb, dumb)
(Then it's no fun, fun)
(Talk to me)

I've tried reiki with midwives
Those were good times
Always trying out all the ways
To, to confirm what I feel

There's so many parts of me
Unbilicalamity
It's not these еyes that will see
The lightning turvy-topsied
Making thе choices, design
Ascending ipomoea vines
That's been placed in pseudo-time
I have genes but not my kind

Leylines they sway
I believe I'm never gonna believe in anything that
Demands the construction of a truth
Do say, all the whims I never act out
Could have been a man of certain words

Falling up, upside down
Struggling to lighten up
Though I know what goes down

(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)

'Cause my desire to awaken
(Becomes a hindrance in the end)
It keeps me in a soft slumber
(Where it is easy to pretend)
That I'm above all earthly dramas
(All the curses, all the karmas)
I now desire to let go
(Of everything I have come to know)

But to desire not to desire is an undesirable state
I'm chasing bliss, a blissful future
Yet no blissful present I create
I know that when I truly let go of enlightened feats, the spur, the show
My need to seperate highs and lows is when I am above as below

It has to be with all my being
So sincere must be my keying
The day when I can fully rise up
Is when my heart can chime:
"I don't give a..."

(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)