Hand me your brew that I might see
The secrets behind this deep black sea
Fly me away beyond 3D
Your magic pill is known to be the key
Wandering alone amid the world’s cries
Grew tired of making sense of time
Connection failed so long ago
My spaceship received a fatal blow
Thought I was flowing thru Shangrila
But withdrawals’ breaking my soul in
half
Yes, confusion has always been my
epitaph
I’m getting ready for the final laugh
Lies: your dope’s a lie. Bleak lies the
fabric of your life
Lies: your globe’s a lie. Bleak lies you’re
selling to your tribe