In a state of dilution in confusion as to what is real
What’s the deal, is it what I feel or is that the illusion
Either way its consuming too much time, so im assuming
That it’s the one with best memories, that’s my conclusion
So I don’t want it proven, or debated or run over by IQ
For me it’ll do, im content, to be naïve and see it through
A unique view, out the eyes of my inherent addiction
In a world of abusers drinking and pop’n pills on prescription
With permission by the authorities to take n fake a script
So in my eyes it’s acceptable to drop shit n roll with it
On a regular prevalence, don’t commit tho consume a bit
But I permit, its my choice to make like “shall I take a hit”
None of your business, what is this, do I tell you when to shit?
It’s my world and im in it til it dissolves into the abyss
Cos I wanna reminisce, bout good times, I wanna live it all
Don’t wanna die an old man that’s done nuthin but crawl
Im a young man running for the haul of living enthralled
By the opportunities to enter into that different world
Where aches and worries are wiped out by concocted assistance
And my low resistance to a doorway to beyond the listed
The suit’s, plumbers, bricky’s, dentists, cos im mentally gifted
Run on amphetamines to let my screams be ranked unlisted
So unlived it, that’s the dream, concurrent world set in my mind
Where it’s undefined by reality, a catarax deeming me blind
To the hardship and destitution of the 21st kind
Cos im too entwined in my own zone like a creeping vine
Cos like wine I ferment with drugs n alcohol to form my life
And I live it in a dream, never knowing which will turn out right….