If I lived 27thousand
300-
78 years
I would lose one billion hairs
99 percent of billionaires are
Not billed
One quarter of prescriptions are
Not filled.
Mixing damiana
and valerian
Rather than being
NyQuiled
Keep it raw keep it raw keep it raw
Not grilled
Wanna have a voice?
Invent a language
Get quilled
Wanna stay, living on the bay coast?
Get gilled
Super-massive
Black-hole
The truth floats around us, gaseous
Super-massive
Black-hole
Utopia arises out of sinking paradises
Super-massive
Black-hole
The truth comes down on us, distilled.
Consciousness begins to condensate
Distilled
Consciousness as a liquid state
Distilled
Flow
Over the cup,over the vase
Distilled
Flowing from a distant place
contemplate
Existence as a liquid state
Coming from a different space
Contemplate
The complexities of the
Gaseous mass
And the societal structures of bacteria living in Intestinal tracks
Saw the future, saw the future, saw the future
Not thrilled.
These bastards are actors, not masters
Their labor is stolen and
Unskilled
Don’t celebrate at the ceremony
The value and debt are both phoney
Leave your loans unpaid
Perceptions unfilled
99 percent of billionaires
Are not billed
I saw the future I saw the future I saw the future
Not thrilled
Knock it down knock it down knock it down
Rebuild
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