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So fucking paranoid like an agent
As a spy suspecting everyone is on to them
Cover your tracks, leave no trace behind you
Tripping out after you found out it was nothing
Seeing things in front of you in 4-D
Like a holographic pop-up book

If you get caught flat out deny it
Hide your evidence well, even forget where you put them
Leave no mens rea in you
Mexican jumping bracelets give a good trip
No weapons of mass destruction ever found
The least you could have done was planted one

Meditation with jazz and women in my head
Send you down a vortex and then you freefall.
The fall isn't as large as you might think
In a meadow reached nirvana, don't open your eyes
Blue, yellow, red visions of Buddha under a tree
In a lotus position
"Then sway," say Coal Chamber, "so hypnotic".

Clip by clip action like a film screenplay
Echoing, distorting voices fuzz about
A film about a woman having an affair
Slush, taxies, long distance calls now are everywhere.