Hear me out for a second
because I know it might sound crazy
but there's mice runnin a maze
on top of a cake made out of amazing.
And the icing's made of spices;
makes it taste just like daisies--
painted with purple paisleys,
first in circles then in wave-sies.

And there's either six jaguars with one giant eye each
or one giant flower with a lot of fuckin teeth
and I'm just starin at it hopin it doesn't eat me
but I write the story, so why would it eat me.. ?

this shit's crawlin on the ceiling tellin' me
gravity is for jerks
but I been growin' out my wings, see
and I know gravity still works

just trying to put my finger on the difference
between lsd and eucalyptus
koala bears text each other "let's trip this."
been listenin with my fox ears
tryina remember which one is the raven
it all glimmers a little bit different
since we started ravin'

I hate it when people say that love is a sickness
like if we just eat more zinc it'll fix this
and I hate it when people say it's a gift
as if you could pack this up and ship it for Christmas
but it floats around the sky -- it bonds with hydrogen.
and lets the roses live in your skin
that's not just melanin
keeps the world spinnin' and keeps it in key
makes my heart spin in circles 'round the strings on my sleeves

This shit is not an accident, okay? This is not a hoax.
And anyone who doesn't believe in magic has never been to these shows.
Because every single note that I hear somebody sing;
every single snare hit on every other beat, is
just another drop in an ocean where I'm drowning and
the closer I am to my last breath,
the closer I am to me.
So try and tell me there's no such thing as magic
or consider every wish you've ever made already granted.
Universe planted answers in your hands - you have to grab them.
And the tragedy is all of the nay-sayers on this planet
who will never know the way we do that the whole world is fucking enchanted.