Yang: As Private I's

They always find you all the time...

I befriended my confusion quite some time ago
She tells me everything is gonna be alright (it's alright)
my senses make it real to me in all types of ways
but I'm so angry at my jealousy
that I hold it inside my heart like it's alright

Catapult my visions into realism's bosoms
Dreams prefer caesarian with plastic spoons and knives
that's what you get when your brain masturbates
there's no pleasure

so when I evacuate my intimate states
while screaming