Interior People کے بول

Just on the down-low I'm feeling pretty low Some days, I feel fine Others, I don’t know I got a sensory road block I'm in a binary mind lock So I'm dancing in lockstep To music that I can’t hear, yeah Failing farmer, toxic crop Two white hearts to shake shit up Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the drywall inside my skull Interior people A lens flare in my subconscious The gap of death, I no longer fear The interior people I keep thinking someone Is standing beside me When I turn to grab them They jump back inside of me They tell me to do things And so does the radio And learn from the satellite That orbits my shadow, yeah Instigate the paradigm Play the game and drink the wine Communicate with the afterglow that radiates between the wall Failing farmer, toxic crop Two white hearts to shake shit up Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the drywall inside my skull Interior people A lens flare in my subconscious The gap of death, I no longer fear The interior people