I wake up like

I wake up like my head is a broken hard drive

Dive into the fog, circle as if it were an end station rat

Tip Absynth in the tea, dream of the purple horizon

My brain is talking more trash than a late-night talk by Elon

I build the beat like a bunker for my paranoid heart

Spit poison on the stage, every splash hits like a dart arrow, pain

My mind turns pirouettes on vinyl grooves

Write poems for ghosts chillining on my shadows

Have the moon in my pocket, the sun in the ashtray

Words so sharp, you need plaster instead of plasters

Rap as crooked as a bevelled jazz chord

But your girl wants to fly with me, says she loves my broken word

I'm the guy who moulds constellations out of beer bottles

And asks himself if God really exists or pays

Between smoke and bars that take your breath away

Am I just another clown who steals the crowns in the rain