To mull about
The haunts we are bound
Foggy cemeteries of cubic square feet
The days of purple haze
Of sallow street cars, street lamp, lamp light
Loss of desire
Pop another oxy-hydro-fire
To be able
To muck about
With abandon the abandonments
Numb battlements / "Hoorah!"
Numb the pain
With derivatives
From ******* plantations
Lingering ghosts on our minds
So many now we prey
But with a side affect of try
Holding in your **** for three plus days
So as not to feel
Not at all
Not even the rage
We keep and hold inside our cages
Proclaiming to hallelujah
Freedom
We fight for the countries
And mystic kingdoms' reign
Because nothing takes away
The pain
Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills
Self medicate down wind of will
If unaffected "consult your physician"
At the edge of the stage making it rain
The business of death
If you still feel -- and war will
Give you bad dreams and migraines
Pop another pill
Jagged not to feel
The muck-about days of
Constipated steel
Numbingly unreal...
This is what it's like : life on the toilet.
Get off the ***
Can't give a ****
Like this bowel movement
My heart has called it quits
To all that unholy *******