High Vibes (Part.8)

Up to number 8,
All is such a debate.
Trump was shot,
England lost,
Everybody is out here losing the plot.
High vibes are under threat,
I'm not stabbing knives.
Psychopaths are shouting in the street,
I elevated over a hateful tweet.
Setting up an eternally good feeling,
Phasing right through the ceiling.
My inhibitions are sensing strange things,
Can't resist some good chicken wings.
Dealing with the cards I was dealt,
Break free from the setting cement.
All is coming to a head,
Don't count us out yet.