im losing my mind
im losing it all
im walking the plank, stadning on the edge
looking back, willing myself not to jump but my body cant hear my cries
over the sound of the roaring ocean below, the ocean of addiction
the tube can suffice anymore
i need to be inside, manipulating,
the watcher on the outside of the glass no longer hold me down
the abrs are bending by his will, the roar of his thousand age cry of anger and hate
if we could only build better prisons this would not be happening
im fodling and the pot is my life
i need my secret agent,
the one that is ageless
i need nov 2 to arrive
its so close but the veil is weakest
its so thin, its like nylon
i can see it all being played out
the changes are pretty whack
the friends ridign the thunderhorn
it rises inside of me but i cant, i know it
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