Mind sounds

This is how my mind sounds trying
Not to go bats too slow
Beat them fuckers down
'Til I'm only left with half a pole
And I ain't going out back no more
Too many days playing
Groundhog whack a  mole
Been tilling since my back was sore
Instilling all my words in your dirt
I have no lack of those
But your dirt is deep I have to go
Grab a shovel, it's no trouble
I promise I'll be back before
You know it
I heard that we get one chance
At this life, I'm trying not to blow it
But I don't think I'll ever care
Fresher than a breath of air
I am that HolyShit!
I'm being baptised in everclear
(It's fucking lit)
Wandering the pews
Leaking fire everywhere
All the while lying
That I aspire to be never there