Sever yourself from what you think you know,
just let it go and lay down on the floor.
Palms up, feet apart thinking your not smart.
As a matter of fact, don't smart at all.
When you are nothing no-one drags you down
cause there's nothing there to grab onto now.
You don't wanna live cause your not alive.
The more you isn't is the need to die.
Running from nothing, cause nothing is there,
running fields of beautiful nothing.
Nothing flowers blooming absolutely
nothing perfectly so non-assuming.
You lay on the ground or lay on the floor,
crash through the wall or go through the door.
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