Blessed are the cracked, 
For they let in light, 
And what occurs in nature, 
Occurs in life,
Well if you feel sane, inside your head, 
You got to be strange, or maybe dead, 
I can’t make eye contact or interact, 
With all these things that creep behind my back, 
Well am I too numb, or just too sensitive to feel stung?
I wanna come down and come up, from sun down to sun up, I’m run down and fucked up, and somehow I’m cut up but,
You best believe it, my minds been cut so won’t you heal it?  
I wanna see life roll underneath skies, and ride on ghost trains with low lives and free minds, I’m pretty vacant, 
Me and my girl we’ll steal the world before it’s taken, 
So slow down, 
You’re moving too fast, 
We’re all cracked in this habitat but I want this to last, 
So come on, 
My minds been freed, 
Watch as the sun beams in through these cracked canopies, 
But I just need some time, to think it through, before I come right back to you before I do…