That Psycho

Too many sodas
Break it up break it down
Starting to taste better
Done raw
Stumbling over the chills
Rumbling through the weather
Talking to the sidewalls
Cranking up a hit
Deleting all the mails
Slipping into a coma
Three volumes of nonsense
Drinking down the poison
Scribbling off the tunes
Falling through the cracks in the universe
Stripping out the pieces of dust
That psycho
Dropping in the bucket
Drifting off into the ether
The stupid things we all say
The foolish assumptions we all make

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