| Staring into Inertia Corridors
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| Doppelgänger round the bend
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| Shifting from station to station
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| Lost in this horrid screenplay
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| Droning antennas
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| Incoherent voices
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| I scramble their transmission
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| With my tin foil mask
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| Let’s dive into this Cesspool that is life
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| Intake the Devil’s substance
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| Open the portals of perception
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| Read between the lines of angel dust
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| Cinders fell from a mescaline sky
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| …like virgin thoughts to a worm-ridden mind
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| Wailing masses wash away
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| It’s the dawn of Helter Skelter
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| In my temple of vice
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| Wading through molasses
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| Seeking another distraction
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| Something to hold off this innate unrest
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| Featureless talk show hosts
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| Fade out in a dark purple haze
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| Block the keyhole, shut the drapes
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| My stalking neighbor is on to me
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| Brew some Tea, my trusted servant
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| Some of that green to set the matters right
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| Carried by revelations in tunnel vision
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| Crawlers gathering in the pipeline
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| As muculent tentacles coil around
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| The paralysed Lotuseater
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| From uncharted depths
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| Roaches arise on techno stilts
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| Queen praying mantis
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| Gnawing on my feet
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| Watching the end roll by
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| From my Electric Recliner |