Lysergic D
Enter the invaded pituitary gland,
Millions of brain cells crushed into sand.
Mind to see nothing, reality find,
The paper�s destructive, alas, also kind.
Lysergic is flowing, smokeless suffocation,
My veins are burning in liquid mutilation.
Look at those straight men, climbing the walls,
Straight-headed men with straight-headed calls.
Look at their orders, look at their tools.
Look at their weapons, the shit-headed fools.
�OUCH� My mind hurts!
My thinking brain pains me, never explains me,
Trying to reign me, nothing to gain, see?
Acid can eat me, but never will beat me,
Though it depletes me, how dipped can a piece be?
View all my people, my purple twisted people
Could blow a church steeple!!!???
What was that paper, the one that you fed me?
It took my reality, how fucked can a head be?
My mind is swimming, lo and behold!
It must be revenge trying to scold.
I feel I�m about to diethylamide!
Just how many brain cells do you need?
But whatever you do, don�t listen to me,
These aren�t quite my words, they�re from LSD
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Special thanks to Pink Floyd for the snippet of One Of These Days
