I heard the captain counting his pennies It was a conflict of emotion he was caught in between But his eyes are sad when he thinks I'm not looking I've seen people at monuments looking something to see But I'll make the trip all the while knowing it won't fix me When walls start breathing, you'll know who you are The servant's distracted by the great narrative That he knows he can't disrupt or try to outlive In my world, no one feels sick from their thoughts or their bones Ever since I felt ego death in Ohio Those blood vessels burst start to rest after a while And my ego death always meant so much to me