All of the time, I′m thinking 'bout things too much

And then I end up out of touch, and feel a lot less real than before

I speak a lot of words, but tend to say a lot lessI′m just a fucking mess, and I will shut my bedroom door

And as I iron out my brain to speak to ice cream stains

I'll stare at the ceiling stars and ponder why life's so hard

Locking the door, I will talk to my floor, and I′ll say

Oh, my friend, I′m not sure what to do

To get out of this goo that I absorb

How to stop myself? Hell, if I know

As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb

Most of the time, I′m scooping mud and digging graves

In the salt water caves and overgrown hospitals, the like

Stumble on the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about how I hate this body

And they'll say, oh, they′ll say

We would like to help you, but it

Seems your living in dreams, come back to reality

I'll cry wait, and I will wake up late again

And in the morning once more

I will speak to the floor, and I′ll say

Oh, my friend, I'm not sure what to do

To get out of this goo that I absorb

How to stop myself? Hell, if I know

As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb

As above so below, I′m my own damn spirit orb