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Wetheaded
Your lunacy's so potent
I feel it in my lungs
It tastes of caffeinated gasoline
With the after burn of rum
You crane your neck to see the lights
Indulging your restraints
You can't recall the view outside
But muse on its sad fate
You've consumed so much synthetic haze
The herbs of warped revile
That you've gone lost in hyper space
While the Earth goes on for miles
Your vision's skewed fallen far
And that is what you like
Your apathetic madman streak
Is going strong tonight
Repeat yourself and stutter bits
To write it on the walls
Your casual causality
Will bring you to a crawl
But on your knees you will go forth
And speak your glitches true
The circuits short, the bile flows
And all that's left is you
So while the hands reach from the ground
You'll beg to be direct
But the sludge that spills from you now
Is your dialect
And as you bounce from wall to wall
We'll condemn you so far gone
Beyond the cures of modern age
And beyond the realm of wrong
Your final plea will not be heard
As the gavel makes its sound
And as your carried far away
We'll lose you to the clouds.
