When words fail, all I can think is
How every human needs a shrink
"Help" for neglecting instincts
We have domestic lives for this
Water, wind, earth, fire, 2000 years
Taken for a false belief to expire
the Father, son and the holy spirit
Its taking 4000 years to retire
Escapism is always a sacrifice
When the world's miserable, feel good
It goes from smokin to pokin
So please, please legalize
You've never killed your chicken nuggets
You only believe in consumption
when you find that you aren't blind
Its a realization of moral construction
Silently written, poetic advice rolled in a scroll
Never found, nor read, left to decompose
By the time you decide everything turns old
Now why Mr. Artist did you ever compose?
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