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My grip on reality is loosening My hold on this earth is slipping Fish flying and birds swimming No note rhyme or reason There are elephants the size of ants And bees like 747's dropping bombs What's real and what's imagined? Am I in one dimension or another? Gravity doesn't exist and smiles are insults Shaking hands is an act of war Going on one million times over War happening in the palm of my hand Which way is earth? I live underground My guitar weeps tears of blood Coming out of every string and fret Shadows come out of my fingertips Nothing is safe, objects have mace Ready and armed for an attack On the human race Human race
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
I'm loosing it
My grip on reality is loosening My hold on this earth is slipping Fish flying and birds swimming No note rhyme or reason There are elephants the size of ants And bees like 747's dropping bombs What's real and what's imagined? Am I in one dimension or another? Gravity doesn't exist and smiles are insults Shaking hands is an act of war Going on one million times over War happening in the palm of my hand Which way is earth? I live underground My guitar weeps tears of blood Coming out of every string and fret Shadows come out of my fingertips Nothing is safe, objects have mace Ready and armed for an attack On the human race Human race
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
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