Ugly brute voices whistle into your dog ears
You hear multiple voices; they entice you
You got dead dogs tied to your sandbag post
Let yourself mull over the boredom, you monster
Find a finger in your food; another in your eye
She gave you the worst cry for help  that one
A head watery with waste; full of watery Xanax
Trouble in the fermented paradise of bliss
You resort to the excitement; whatever that is
To cope with the vapidity of everyday life
Foamed cigarette electrical trial and error heir / air
Air roar sky dome sky-by transfers pixel crust
Render the saint-est way of transformation from dysphoria