Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you I'm dysmorphic in doses Imagine trying to Shit out Twelve red roses It's how I do but not everybody knows it Imagine how I'd feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist When I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you It's some kind Psychosis, don't what you call it, oneness might be the closest A psychotropic segment so tasteless It tastes sweet And then it changes When I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you
