writing in diamonds shattering the amber glass mixing with batter designing a high that lasts processing pain into pages making Digital Dabs Inhaling the vapors letting go of the past [Verse 1- Void] Sitting alone on the couch Super baked Accepting a sleep deprived fate Lifting to higher states After mixing three different concentrates Before dropping it on a hot plate Inhale deep Turning it into a vapor chase Encased in a glass vase Out the top Into my face Half lotus in a sacred place Hitting depression's brakes Slowing its pace Consciousness making haste Levitate in an empty space Heart melting No longer feeling encased Integrating past selves New forms take shape Shadows like ghosts Dissipate writing in diamonds shattering the amber glass mixing with batter designing a high that lasts processing pain into pages making Digital Dabs Inhaling the vapors letting go of the past [Verse-2 Void] Exhale the vapor let my mind spill onto the page and people wanna hear it. It's strange always used to hide now i communicate make digital dabs my brother nick constantly thinking wish he was closer id pass the real thing im a screen away as the space bar keeps blinking pass the mixing jar through the screen I think i have a line that will last Lid off tossed into the screen Seeing if what comes back is clean writing in diamonds shattering the amber glass mixing with batter designing a high that lasts processing pain into pages making Digital Dabs Inhaling the vapors letting go of the past [Verse 2- WORM] Constant anxiety states, just gonna feed my new pace. Why let these crazy ways just fuckin go to waste, investing time in each day, to trim down these processing rates. Same time body fightin the brain, inner dialog goin insane. fuck are we doin pushin this man, so hard feels like the old days again, no need to slow down my own pace. What the fuck keeps happening behind my face. Then my subconscious say, ¨Void pass me them dabs we just made". [long exhale] Dabs and greens finally rescued me, from that old fever dream...... now i can finally sleep, writing in diamonds shattering the amber glass mixing with batter designing a high that lasts processing pain into pages making Digital Dabs Inhaling the vapors letting go of the past [Verse-3 Void] Shaking off the momentary dread Sitting deep within my leaking head Depression seeping Keeping me from seeing Brain on overdrive Constantly thinking Unable to move It's keeping me from blinking And breathing Pit in my stomach Keeps sinking Running away As I'm dreaming Pass the bong back this way I need to slow the brain And sit on a cloud That's pink hotboxing this digital space vaporizing lyrical concentrates Soundwaves elevating a deep depressive state on a cloud where the broken change their fate now its time to go back and hide in my cave
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