Am I boring you with titles?

This is my exoticism
I glow with light and rationality
I suck away your darkness
Breathe in your egocentrism
And spit it amongst the grass

It dies with your immenseness
Gluttony, lying on the couch
Laziness, looking to explore the freshness
Of your mouth

Tell me how can I get there?
Tell me how can I get there?

Listerine cleans your teeth
And the floss pulls out the scum
To smithereens, I will smother you
at a loss I am, in need of a new place
to hail from.

When you get there, you gotta tell me.
When you get there, you gotta tell me.

And we can fake it, we just gotta take it
And that hole in everybody will seem whole
when we take our fear, bend it, and break it
omit it as love and challenge our soul

I could bore you with titles all day
spit everything back in your mouth
and take it all back, take it all in disarray
I'd cry, and soak myself, and take the road south

My dad saw and cried
And my mother saw
And my brother saw
We all saw

Me heading south on the interstate
There was a crash 2 miles behind me
Cops and people all around make me want to create
Live music hits my sound hole like some shit designed it

We got up on our knees, and prayed to god
Sadi said grace, and we all began to eat
The music filled our ears, digressing us to tears