broke the shards of himself that remained
and lay staring at the grey ceiling
he strapped himself into a schizophrenic electric chair
lay down in the basement of depression
checked into the hotel of manic fits
sat down in the chemistry class of anxiety
and hid himself under the bell jar
he sat up crying each night in a vacuum
after he left the comfort of his friends
the yellow happiness of the beer drenched bars
smoked grass until he passed out like a melting candle
and woke up in the morning staring at the wall
luck steered him into a club one night
where hurricane jake was spinning magical drum beats
flashing colors and smoke and angry dancers
and desperation led jerry to belt out some punk lyrics
and a new electronic punk band was formed
jerry holiday and the cosmic assassins
with jerry and his wilted ambition at the helm
screaming black and red lyrics into the abyss
with hurricane jake�s flaming beats in the background
jerry was drunk now permanently
drunk on ambition and scotch
throwing his guts off the stage in a rabid dog daze
into a puddle that had drizzled in from the human ocean
and he belted out lyrics like a techno preacher
throwing daggers at the sun
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