I am flying...
the positive of your negative is nothing more than a childish gesture
the fake humility of your tone has nothing to do with my reality
standard emotions don't exist in this land, on this palm
getting stabbed by a pencil at heart could be a reward in itself
swallowing a sword with a jar of mustard could turn out to be the best meal that you can get around here
and speaking to the crowd, with a loud voice, doesn't make it true
I see through you
I see through all of you
and yet I have no wings to fly over you
aside the ones which are hiding behind my own eyelids
Shhhhhh....I am flying.
Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Phoenix, New York City