i look in thru the windows
i look inside the door
everyone in there is playing god
on a ps4
i am falling asleep at the rendezvous
falling asleep on the floor
when i wake my belly is swollen
ribbed and ripped and ready for war
and the crabs are calling for passports
calling for their own custard creams
there is benzedrine in the breakfast potion
its washing my mind out clean
and in this dream i am suffocating
doesnt matter what i have seen
open another box says homer
doesnt matter where theyve been
from inceptionradionetwork.com
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