A couple years ago, I was told that I would be a miracle

Something theoretical, I guess

It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be

A line between the villains and the rest

A cloudy day, run away on latent aripiprazole

Missing what I reckon is a soul

So flip a coin, let's rejoin our family in the mirror world

Seeing things that cannot be retold

A year ago, I was told that I would be a miracle

Something theoretical, I guess

It's kinda like a psychedelic lie, and yet it tries to be

A line between the villains and the rest

Nostalgia from a wall of barricaded faded memories

Impartial to the carnal scenery

Apparently, guarantees are only found peripherally

Drinking to a total mystery

Well, no matter what I say, it's confusing either way