I'm in the middle of the mush,
The gear of Grinder,
Have to push.
Those heavy masses,
This melting juice;
I'm in the middle of this mental drug abuse.
No word
Can clearly describe this torture,
No picture
Can express the vicious pain,
How blindly,
We trust Civilization to restrain.
Attention Shoppers,
Please, return!
Attention Shoppers,
Please, stop running!
Attention Shoppers...
On the parking lot
I"m static for 15 and punning;
And I am back in boiling pot
Continuing the fable
Collapsing on this Lot,
By Starbucks stable;
I am giving up!
You must keep going...
I am ruined!
Yet, you're not destroyed...
Okay, Today I will survive.
I will be breathing heavily.
Yet, for tomorrow
Don't count on me to be alive
Despise this place unbearably;
More days Crossed Down,
More pain I found.
No real climax-
All constant pain;
How can I clean this mental stain?
When I am static for 15 again.
Moving, Moving,
Your own,
On your own;
Moving circles,
Turning on, Switching off
Turning off, Switching on.
Submerged in babysitting role
They think I represent "Control".
I think I am going crazy now
Another cold and angry stare;
My bike will break down...
I'm getting used to this cement.
It smells OK.
I cannot taste it...
Yet, it slowly crawls inside my system.
I wear a smile and I listen to birds and herds of car
Time passing slowly,
Slowly, slowing down;
And every second seems like hour
And every hour seems like year
Thank God my mind does not exist here.
And I am static for 15 again.
And I'm still breathing,
Oh, No! Where did they come from...?
Such Crafty City
Such Painful day
What can I say-?
"It's Surrey!"
In bitter State of Drunken Mind
I'm looping on my friendly bike.
Brandy on ice,
It's no surprise
This frenzy smile will stay with me, awhile.
On yellow bike I will continue my ride in rain
All soaking wet, right to the bones
I am drying up my
Goddamn socks;
And static for 15.