prism [bad word] above the land 
 I'm looking up, now spinning out, we're flying up, and crashing down 
 The mountains tower, but they're beneath us 
 White patterns break, past summers snake 
 There's reason to believe that I'm making this up 

 I'll go back to make loud noise in my room 
 There's reasons for the sounds I produce 
 I'll go back to loud things in my room 
 I promise they're just ugly to you 
 I'm just making loud noise in my room 
 I'll just make more loud noise in my room 

 Shouldn't stay inside for too long 
 Life is only everything that you do, so make it something worth remembering 

 Wake to the feeling of cat friends 
 [bad word] off, no stopping them, my blanket's gone, I'm feeling cold 
 They look at me. I'm an enemy. 
 They know what's inside (bursting outside) 
 Nothing saves me from my insides 

 I'll go back to make loud noise in my room 
 There's reasons for the sounds I produce 
 I think that my reasons are all [bad word] 
 I hope that I convey things to you 
 These noises make up things I call songs 
 These songs make up places I can call home 

 Look at me I'm making noise in my room 
 I'll do it, make a song about you 
 I'm going broke I'm losing my hair 
 I don't think you will even care 
 Can you hear [bad word] both of my ears? 
 Unpopular pop music fantasies