Hangover subliminal, criminal antics dance this 12 step program
My focus long been towed, from totalitarian to the toejam
I cant stand for myopic concepts like paraplegic prophets
My conciouness toxic I think I had one too many shots of logic
Last night my plight amplifyied twice towards my dear
Steer fear towards the mirror concerns are closer than they appear
When I cheer on my memory bank despite the clout, I doubt
Wrong route sighted, heightened toasted for start’n to account
For missing children, I am one of the orphanage fortunate orchard kids
The ordinance left my coordinates proportionate to yesteryear's skids
Yes my dear Im home but it feels otherwise, I’ll colorized gray skys too
til they Resemble highs felt at times better than spy on spy double issues
Out of breath, got plenty of tissues now Im only rhyming out my eyelids
Face it, its tasteless but my taste buds stay by my side
When I ever start to hang I find I tend to glide and I take it all in
For a spin tilt a whirl within and then grin as I gather up the resin
Try to gain hold but all that i once knew to be true has faltered
I look behind the eyes, get faint and see my brain...forever altered