• The Other Side •

Experienced a lucid confusion
Don't know what it is that I'm doin,
But, whatever it is, it must be.
somethin.
Cuz, you're mesmerized by the way
that I function.
Just standing there, like an idiot,
doin nothin,
The fact that you want to isn't
enough.
You movin too slow & ya can't keep
up,
It's that song on the radio, hitlist's
number one,
You tried to sing along but, you are
just hummin,
You do a really good job of bein the
dumb one.
No one knows your name, so we
just call you someone.

Paralyzing mental illusions,
Temporary thought disruptions,
Suffering multiple contusions,
We will call it a little cranial
corruption.
Everlasting, constant confusion,
Therapeutic vocal eruptions.
Reports that are leading to your
delusions,
You keep feeding your mind with so
mucb pollution.
Quick to run to a fast chemical
solution,
Never even tried to think of any real
resolution,
Might be why you are always
on some dumb shh it.




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