Paratalks

Unorthodox paradox things cleaned with Clorox .
Dirty rigs, bent spoons and broken pipes fill your sand box.
Now your rolling down the hill trying to catch crack rocks.
Trying to get to heaven climbing a slippery bean stalk.
And everyone you run into all tell you to get lost .

It's  trapping people inside 100 units .
Everyone's saying no but you know you gunna do it.
Now it got you griped in its tentacles .
Pulling you deeper inside old pharmaceuticals.
Got you Looking for more dope in you cuticles.

The only thing ya say now a days is more .
Can I get another and can I crash on your floor .
The world is now seen from dead eyes.
You don't even need to talk and you can still lie .
There is things in this world that one should not do .
That's work a honest job and go back to school.
It seems We are stuck in a one man duel .
Life is like a thin thread on a rusty spool .

Now your Sticking yourself all day just to remain calm .
The war in your my head reminds me of Vietnam .
Things I have seen it feel like I'm  Satans spawn .
Like a atheist converting to Islam .
It's almost like the shadows might reach out and grab you.
Ain't there a pill for that or some kind of vaccine.
It's it all a bad dream ?
It must be the end , good night Irene .