Ghost Adventure Spirit Orb

All of the time, I'm thinking 'bout things too much
 And then I end up out of touch, and feel a lot less real than before
 I speak a lot of words, but tend to say a lot less
 I'm just a fucking mess, and I will shut my bedroom door
 And as I iron out my brain to speak to ice cream stains
 I'll stare at the ceiling stars and ponder why life's so hard
 Locking the door, I will talk to my floor, and I'll say
 Oh, my friend, I'm not sure what to do
 To get out of this goo that I absorb
 How to stop myself? Hell, if I know
 As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
 Most of the time, I'm scooping mud and digging graves
 In the salt water caves and overgrown hospitals, the like
 Stumble on the way to tell the frogs and toadstools about how I hate this body
 And they'll say, oh, they'll say
 We would like to help you, but it
 Seems you're living in dreams, come back to reality
 I'll cry wait, and I will wake up late again
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 And in the morning once more
 I will speak to the floor, and I'll say
 Oh, my friend, I'm not sure what to do
 To get out of this goo that I absorb
 How to stop myself? Hell, if I know
 As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb
 As above so below, I'm my own damn spirit orb