Testo Euphraxia

Life of a suburban kid

Existentialism

I never cared much for esoteric shit

He said, "I ain't got no real thoughts."
I could use some adderral in my green tea

Some ice up in my soy milk

I keep an angel on my shoulder

A devil in my head



He said

Violate the bounds of platitude

Who do I do it for?
I hope I do it for you



Try to fight the numbness

I still don't have an answer

Maybe when I die it will make sense

Maybe God will answer



Until then

I'm drowning in this world of platitude

Why do I do it for

Baby I do it for you



Little red man live in my head

Play around in my dreams

Come alive in my nightmares

Ate on my rambles

I'm hoping that you heard me

Hoping that I'm heard

If you're not careful they'll take scissors to my mind



Baby I do it for you

Tell me what you want from me