The renegade feeling satisfied
You blinked and closed your eyes
You like the feeling of Saturday

You love the danger in the night
The restless corpse is collapsed wind
The breath is daffodil

What not become what is lapsing
Into the universal fill
Or maybe just


No intention
Or maybe just

No inention
Woah


When I am full with endeavor
Nothing can stop Gestalt
The freshness of my reality

Makes me feel tingly and hot
When you wake up shouting "Idea!"
Is that a punishment?

You represent saying, "I'm real,"
But is that what you meant
Maybe you meant


No intention
Maybe you meant

No intention
Woah


No intention
No intention
Woah