Introdin 歌詞

Yes, yes Sitting in this spray-painted basement Candlelight as base [?] eight track Some old school [?] computer speakers Independent of a PAG, the rest of my half grand What I could afford but I wasted I could only afford ten dollars, hey though, cannabinoids are alien intelligence I inhale it, my breath falls, exhale it Comfortable down here with the spiders, the webs, the silence Spray paint in an ambiance, spirits Spirits speak loudly, espеcially through hypnotic induction Like in Xanax and Ambiens Opening up portals to еnergy, transpersonal and transient I'm on a tangent again, it's obvious I haven't got a point But that's not what I'm here to make and that's not what I'm making Words and words as means to an end is so fucking