Porkchop

Breathe deep; don’t let the stigma of the action get the best of you
Hold it in until you feel sage advice grabbing hold of you
I don’t know this place
Don’t recognize my face
And it’s weighing on me
Tunneling through the walls, carpeted floors and abstract light,
Toward a separate existence I identify as being right
I don’t know this place
Don’t recognize my face
And it’s weighing on me
I feel sweet release of my tensions
I can perceive in all dimensions…
Pull me out I don’t want to be here anymore!
Pull me out, fear I’ve fallen in too far…
Breathe deep; don’t let the stigma of the action get the best of you
Hold it in until you feel sage advice grabbing hold of you
I don’t know this place
Don’t recognize my face
And it’s weighing on me
Pull me out I don’t want to be here anymore!
Pull me out, fear I’ve fallen in too far…
Salvia, salvia, salvia, salvia…
I don’t know this place, don’t know this place, don’t know this place…
Don’t recognize my face
Pull me out I don’t want to be here anymore!
Pull me out, fear I’ve fallen in too far…
Pull me out of here!
Pull me out of here!
Pull me out of here!
I’ve seen enough for now!