Break into the fourth wall change my perspective. Crush my lungs so I know it's real. You wear your conscience while I wear mine on my sleeve, setting all knowledge to what you perceive. I love the taste, the bitter drip. Header to the dome. Weed, molly, acid and k, I'll do them all do them do them all every day. Lost in time somewhere between the blurred lines, grinding my teeth with an intertwined nose bleed. These. Four. Walls. Mix up my cerebral and turn it upside down. In my bedroom crawling over the walls is this real or fake can't tell. Can't tell weeks from years, suicide from murder. It's been so long since I left the further. 3rd eye is my own extension, I've finally earned the keys to the mansion. Your soul has left...its body. Mind over matter. I let it eat my dreams to the very end. End We are the Nevermore.
from The Hundred Acre Wood,
released September 10, 2016
Recorded Mixed and Mastered by: Nick Borgosz (World Of Noise Recording studio)