Subconscious Pilsen Relics, Pt. 2 [CODENAME_AIRPLANE MODE]

I don’t wanna make this drive
I feel like I’m driving through last year
Look! I’m already here in Pilsen / I’ve already hit something
Woke up and found myself hunting for a warm place like neighbourhood cats
(I don’t wanna be here)
(I don’t wanna see you)
All of a sudden, I felt there was more closure
There is nothing that isn’t handed to myself from my own grip
Woke up and found cancer inside
Crawled out of my own organs
For a warm blanket again
Warming up the cancer
Bleed it out like money
Bleed it out like money
Bleed it out like money