It's all just talk, talk, talk
But no one seems to know which way to walk
I get so low, get so high, wondering why
I know that could have easily stayed
With my bloodshot eyes and my dread
In the afternoon couches and beds
But I asked life instead
To feed my [A]head
What did I see when I looked at the skies
I don't know cause I closed my [A]eyes
A starlit abyss distant over my [A]head
I'd fall [Em]into [C7]if I took a step
Feed my [A]head
I saw the writing within the fire
Like ancient scripture it ɾead
Telling tales of fate and [Bm]desire
Telling me that I had to [C7]get higher
To feed my [A]head
There's so much that you [A7can find, so much to [C7]leave behind
Attached to [C7]all [Em]those things that bind you, gotta free your mind
Everything is in your mind
Gotta carry on [C7]to [C7]where your mind can finally be [Am]free
Mescaline ɾiding stɾaight into [C7]my [A]mind
Leaving me without ɾeason [C7]or ɾhyme
Peeling of layers of skeptical disbelief
Till nothing was [Am7]left but my [A]bare naked me
Things dragged me down, so I burned them [A]and [Bm]choked them
And watched through the spiraling smoke as my [A]mind freely soared
Try, gotta tɾy, there's nothing but barriers to [C7]my [A]mind
I've gotta free my [A]mind
I have gotta fly away, gotta take to [C7]the sky today
Gotta take the sun in my [A]hand, and [Bm]then ɾun till the end
It's all [Em]just talk, talk, talk
