Drowning myself in cheap liquor
To try to get to that place quicker
The place where words and ideas flow
The place I always long to go
Words flow quickly through my head
The phrases that I want to get
I can't get there with a straight head
I add ingredients to myself instead
The disordering of the senses from Rimbaud
That's where I want to go
To the palace of wisdom, down the road of excess
Is where I want to go to next
But there are so many casualties
Who've tried this way before me
Your senses cannot be saved
If you're six foot in your grave
But it's still the place I want to go
The only inspiration that  I know