Rabble rabble tam tam, bang bang woosh.
Brain clocks work backwards and the main functions have gone haywire.
Baffled and confused, the chemical combinations are out of line and mixed in hues.
I lean to one way and toss to another, question question, waffle waffle.
Rabble rabble bang bang.
Strange and questions may rise for this tune.
I bob to and fro to the uneven and pain.
For they make music that my ears have become used too.
My body wishes to release this sick mixture, maybe I just need fresh things.
Rabble rabble tab nab, bang bang.
...I'm sorry for my troubles, I appologize for my maybe lies.
I don't mean to act this way my brain is forced to do.
So maybe forgiveness is in your mind, but still.
I doubt my eyes will ever see straight.
Don't expect to understand any of this. .-.
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