Concealed thoughts

Fish gliding through water

I want peace

I need money

I need it to survive

I don’t want your mind

Your mind is fine

My mind is fine

I won’t kill you

I’m going to help you

Though

Everything is just as it’s meant to be.

Flying thoughts

Swimming cats

I want crime

I don’t need money

I want mine

I want my own

My own mind

Mind your mind

Cause it will kill you

Though

Everything is just as it’s meant to be.