and waited an hour
while six dead deep we stood and stared.
It never used to be this way,
I used to get in right away,
but now the zombies come
and wait, and stay.
I want to tell them what they'll find
when inhibitions thaw,
that once they eat the wizard’s fruit
their eyes will see, its what I saw,
a paradise in white pill pageantry.
I cant go back, its better this way,
he’s changed my neuro-chemistry,
defied my ****** up ancestry,
The slayer of boredom
and mediocrity mastered,
I raise a toast to my new idolatry!
to the wizard!
He who holds the key;
my doctor of psychiatry.
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
and waited an hour
while six dead deep we stood and stared.
It never used to be this way,
I used to get in right away,
but now the zombies come
and wait, and stay.
I want to tell them what they'll find
when inhibitions thaw,
that once they eat the wizard’s fruit
their eyes will see, its what I saw,
a paradise in white pill pageantry.
I cant go back, its better this way,
he’s changed my neuro-chemistry,
defied my ****** up ancestry,
The slayer of boredom
and mediocrity mastered,
I raise a toast to my new idolatry!
to the wizard!
He who holds the key;
my doctor of psychiatry.
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