It's an interim cemetary for those who don't yet
know they're dead

Correlating and congruent to how long it took to hear the
word I said

Officials of the government have a clocksong that keeps
better time than me

Everybody running here and there and back like dust collecting
harmony

If you're someone who tends to stumble when walking
on your mental tippytoe

Remember only to your minds mental symptom eye does the
somnambulism virus show

I wouldn't follow me if I were you and you can rest soft placeured
I'm not

I've been soft placeigned the task of recycling you a cauldron
lid on melting pot

A circus of a circle is my trip's path to the dark side
of the sun and back

If I were a dope fiend I'd boost an earthquakes tsunami
as a front for my next smoking crack

I'm the super-size below your big mac

The rate and rhythm of your gait

You're a penalty in the placebo bame

A heartburn pill that I just ate