What if suddenly everything you said to me
I paid better not have another cup of coffee
I got phones in my mouth and the books I’ve read
I’m sick of my physical garden and
What if
Even where you’re hearing it longer or
Even had to never play never be
You’d have had, had already gone, already gone
You’d have had, had to go
Now I know
And I lie down in my bed then you stand up in my head
Whenever I’m not so sure I rearrange the furniture
A room furnished by a nightmare moving on up living
Let the mind crash down (Let it rot)
Drugs, power, transformation (Let it rot)
[?] (Let it rot)
[?] (Let it rot)
Drugs, power, transformation (Let it rot)
Forty more days and forty more laments
And the girls out on the street trying to make the rent
Seraphim and archangels and all their pretty pagentry
And I’m still in the library reading Dante’s Purgatory
Seven odd years doing [?] slow
Everybody milling ’round and caring in the flow
Qualms, clans, are suspicious as fish
In a well fished home (Let it rot)
Drugs, power, transformation (Let it rot)
[?] (Let it rot)
[?] (Let it rot)
Drugs, power, transformation (Let it rot)
There is just
Ten past eleven about the time that you were leaving
Virgil in my handkerchief
“Could you tell me where we go from here?”
So he says to me, “Straight up to the stratosphere”
Drugs, power, transformation (Let it rot)
[?] (Let it rot)
[?] (Let it rot)
Drugs, power, transformation (Let it rot)
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