Peace+Lava

I'm done with this existential crisis

Why's this so hard to feel a shard of something catharsis

It's like a ritual in praise to Dionysus

Twice as hard to quit you all in days that I'm an artist

I've dug so deep I've gone and hit the lower mantle

Peace and lava seep like little whispers in a tunnel

And still I'm digging while my head is like an anvil

Hands full, lighting candles tangled in my shovel

Okay, I've got a history of wild behaviour

Style my failure like I missed a spot dusting