VERSE 1:
There's a crime in my mind and it’s triggering synapses
Rendering me useless subject to relapses
Time elapses while I’m absent
Not obsessed with acid or abscessed by Absinthe
But still stuck in this motherfucking labyrinth
Looking for an advent even though I haven't
Mentally prepared for thy event if it happened
I'm napping, my whole life away
Mapping out paths to places I will never stay
Hesitate or take action and imagine
What you could be as a whole and not a fraction
Not fastened by the fashion or along for the ride
But still fascinated in the things you drive by
To keep a healthy mind is such a rare pledge
Yet I've seen it demonized by the term “straight edge.”


CHORUS (x8):
Mind, body, soul

VERSE 2:
The body is a temple and bunch of other veins
Connected to a heart pumping blood to your brain.
I remember someone saying that you only get one
Yet we’re taught to destroy it every time we have fun.
It's easy to destroy things you don't deem lovely
So we judge each other until we all feel ugly.
I'm no dummy to the plan and allure but
I'm still feeling too skinny and insecure.
Poor (pour) me another water free of cost
While I sit here and watch the whole bar get sloshed.
It's not that I don't drink but I shouldn't
If you had what I had I’m sure you wouldn't
The condition that ails me also compels me
To keep to myself until I'm fully healthy
It propels me to be real and worthy
So I can preserve this body and deserve me.

CHORUS (x8):
Mind, body, soul

VERSE 3:
What's a soul, aside from religion
It’s hard to explain but I thought that I should mention
I've been told I'm an old soul before but
Some days I feel like a newborn
Not full scorn or torn by the torment
Pure, blank, vices dormant.
The soul is absorbent and orbits your dreams
Which may explain why I wake from my own screams
Smoke screens fog my eyes and cloud memories
Machines fluoridate memoirs and miseries
Long strings stretch through both hands and
If I let go my fingers turn to rubber bands I
Can't stand feeling so restless
Unable to address the cause of this stress
I do my best to undress the unrest
But still feel like I failed some test.

CHORUS (x8):
Mind, body, soul