Sit down with me,
There is something I want you to see
This empty canvas,
It look as if it will always be empty.
With the sound of my erratic screams,
Fills up with what can only be describe as gigantic
A mountain, full of panic
It is what I create
It is what I celebrate
There is a super power for thinking in a loop
Creating a mass full of everything
In this empty canvas
I built mountains out of nothing
My mind is set,
Driving me to tears and with cold-sweat
You can call me crazy,
But I said it before.
My mind is full of mountains
Mountains I created tomorrow, now, and before.