Under The Influence
• Written by TimMammary
So I pop a pill, go bye to what is real,
no I, you know why - loss of will,
what I want ta feel, is not to feel,
go hard - rock and steel,
this bricks to sniff, not ta build,
get my sip, and pop the seal,
my medicine, better than anything,
especially when - origen - poppy field,
I'm on everything, from bong's to Ritalin,
but I long for christening from somniferum,
so if you're hearing what this songs hinting and,
this singing got you thinking then,
you'll probably gone from listening,
and not from adrenaline,
endorphins on pause n' irrelevant,
snorting an elephant,
aborting all caution, endorsing ignoring
rules and warnings, causing detriment
to your temperament, pour kerosine,
on doors, floors and more when,
storm in with a scorching touch and,
launch it forth in a mordant form at,
enormous assortment of law enforcement,
missing the warden by an inch but touching everything,
before getting caught in the the whores wig,
no remorse, just a saw jaw as my jaw hinge forms in,
to a four inch house grin,
oh and one more thing,
stick a fork in the door hinge,
to store in all the caustic, froth-thich smoke forming.
morphing the elements,
lifting them from the ground,
though missing a trout,
admiss of him how,
equipped with a mouth,
from ripping in to the crowns,
sticking them in my mouth,
as sour flower power showers out,
trickling out,
and I keep sipping it down,
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TimMammary
Member since March 21 2015