• Written By: Walker/Mackenzie

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.

Failing farmer; toxic crop.
Two white hearts to shake shit up.
Pay someone to taste, to smell and punch through the dry wall 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 'em.
They jump back inside me.
They tell me to do things.
And so does the radio.
And learn from the satellite.
That orbits my shadow.

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 dry wall inside my skull.

Interior people.
A lens flare in my subconscious.
The gap of death, I no longer fear.
The Interior People.