As narcotic erosion ate at my core
I asked is this life even human any-more?
"We're the ******' animals" now!
Leaving Fyrestone
as the skags howl.

Don't hate the player,
Hate the game.
"I need your love",
just to stay sane.

What's the score at forty to four?
Waitin' sixty minutes for a bRave new world;
Huxley was right (but Mescaline is hard to find).

Sorcerous balefire on desert sands,
Our methylenedioxy immanention is at hand.

Who ate Pandora's box?