bellinis at the blockade

The morning alarm clock says

The morning alarm clock says (wooo)

I am we are

A priori dust pulverize delay response

Sanded down by

Countering force reduced sound clips and big tits

And spit on it, beat it, and ground it, it's clod

For flattening tummy tea ads got me fucked up

Bellini with friends ain't it bougie I'm bougie

I hear a voice

Many voices

But I cannot

Distinguish their words,

Amidst the head-splitting

Deafening, beguiling, shining spirit,

Intoxicating, shrinking me,

I am an orb of reacts

Deranged princess shit

I'm honing in on twisted pillows

A million screaming voices, they sigh and say

Earth? land? soil? what's a synonym for 'ground'?

I think we're being eroded

Do you hear and feel it too?

"Get up"

From the pit the choir is chanting

"Show up, fake it

All you are is we"