Pounce bounce

(What's it like to be a marble?)
(Did I get something in your eye?)
(She's a referee, and I'm lethally)
(Overdosed on pumpkin pie)
(Yes the future is mount delicious son)
(But the leaf changes forms continuum)
(My destiny is calling me, it says)
(Jon Mess you should own a gun)

Feel the room filling up with smoke
Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above
(Can I get a piece of that?)
Come on down, I need more in my veins
(Uniquely post relapse)
So who starts the fire
The whispers start to drill
(The quota and balancing act)
The pain of second place
(Can I get a piece of that?)
(What's it like to be an atheist?)
(Are you okay with suicide?)
(Well it's baffling that my ears can bleed)
(When I see your domestic thighs)
(Yes the future is kush and bubblegum)
(But I prefer wood to linoleum)
(My destiny is calling me, it says)
(You'll be fine if you take some Tums)

I'm letting out, well I feel that I've dropped it all
I'm letting out, well I feel that I've rushed it

(I'm angry, believe it, I need this just as much as you)
(It's complicated)

Come down, I need more in my veins
(Can I get a piece of that?)
(Uniquely post relapse)
So who starts the fire?
The whispers start to drip
(The quota and balancing act)
(Can I get a piece of that?)
The pain of second place