Trying to stick clean for the sake of my “humanity”
Based on a bad trip by an overdose of LSD,
This rash decision I took brought back the scenario,
My mono-obsessed fearless brain turned back into stereo…
I miss the fact that even harmony was edible,
For once, ok twice, fucking dying felt incredible!
Now I feel freezing yet I’m sweating like a waterfall,
I’m not pre-med but I’m sure this is what they call withdrawal!
I’ve been through the exit again just to find myself at a limbo,
Torture’s the emperor here and his army’s a ten foot window,
I rely on anarchy to vanish this godforsaken place!
The memory of my senses with pressure my body ignores to erase,
I sustain that art cleanses but saying goodbye has never been the case…
Can’t even see my true colors when everything’s morphing,
After I pass out, mind and pineal gland went out golfing,
As I wake up there’s ink on my arm I can’t help but notice,
I still bite on it hoping to feel some effect, fuck yes!
I turn on some music and suddenly find myself singing along,
This “sweet weed o’ mine” tune goes on, and then I realize the lyrics are wrong!
I have to press hard on my head to make sure it won’t roll down the floor,
One crave after another, I can’t fucking afford to perish like before.
‘I shan’t choose how it’s over’, this last thought allows me to picture a door…
Sometimes close, sometimes far, sometimes outside the bars;
Hesitation but never remorse!
In this world, all around, in each smell, in each sound;
Never taste, never touch, pay of course!
This problem of will and abuse has gotten medievaly irrational,
Better a pact with the Devil than become a “foul, hooligan, criminal”!
Stop perverting reality and face facts; don’t just choose fucking merits or faults!
I see the door’s now open leading to a chapter of repression assaults…
There’s no need to be sullen, my bubble was popped and now I’m clean and vexed,
This is not just my burden, ‘The Life’ seems to go on and you’re probably next.
Septiembre 2008
SAG
Based on a bad trip by an overdose of LSD,
This rash decision I took brought back the scenario,
My mono-obsessed fearless brain turned back into stereo…
I miss the fact that even harmony was edible,
For once, ok twice, fucking dying felt incredible!
Now I feel freezing yet I’m sweating like a waterfall,
I’m not pre-med but I’m sure this is what they call withdrawal!
I’ve been through the exit again just to find myself at a limbo,
Torture’s the emperor here and his army’s a ten foot window,
I rely on anarchy to vanish this godforsaken place!
The memory of my senses with pressure my body ignores to erase,
I sustain that art cleanses but saying goodbye has never been the case…
Can’t even see my true colors when everything’s morphing,
After I pass out, mind and pineal gland went out golfing,
As I wake up there’s ink on my arm I can’t help but notice,
I still bite on it hoping to feel some effect, fuck yes!
I turn on some music and suddenly find myself singing along,
This “sweet weed o’ mine” tune goes on, and then I realize the lyrics are wrong!
I have to press hard on my head to make sure it won’t roll down the floor,
One crave after another, I can’t fucking afford to perish like before.
‘I shan’t choose how it’s over’, this last thought allows me to picture a door…
Sometimes close, sometimes far, sometimes outside the bars;
Hesitation but never remorse!
In this world, all around, in each smell, in each sound;
Never taste, never touch, pay of course!
This problem of will and abuse has gotten medievaly irrational,
Better a pact with the Devil than become a “foul, hooligan, criminal”!
Stop perverting reality and face facts; don’t just choose fucking merits or faults!
I see the door’s now open leading to a chapter of repression assaults…
There’s no need to be sullen, my bubble was popped and now I’m clean and vexed,
This is not just my burden, ‘The Life’ seems to go on and you’re probably next.
Septiembre 2008
SAG
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