just riped a hit of purple haze I slip into a daze/
the rays beam down as I raise up im utterly amazed to find im caged/
im in a maze and blind I stand behind myself/
a mile walked inside my shoes the first mile they've ever walked/
confused I talk with those that stalk and scheme behind the scenes/
the team of fiends that need to be in office, thats their dream/
my neightmare means that im not dreamin, awoken by my screams/
try to succeed in backing out, seceding from this scene/
its in my genes to not give in but its harder than it seems/
my brain is washed like faded jeans stoned and ripping at the seams/
but I dont mind that minds like mine are mined like diamond beads/
the seeds of doubt are planted, growing just like trees/
the leaves are leaving, worlds not breathing, corruptions breedin fast/
if we dont change the future, were history like the past as fewer species last/
what if the tipping points been pasted
what if the tipping points been pasted
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