Epiphanies inside hypocrisies
Dionysus whispering prophecies
Chasing game theory trails
During the trials and tribulations

Of our workaday bungalow bills
Enduring quills of porcupine hills
I got a pistil, you got a rose
He Rose after a three day haze

Inside a purple manic depression
With Axl grease and Travolta eyes
We took our face-off and un-caged
Our subconscious in a

One and a half story, morning glory