V.A.T.

Open the door down the rabbit hole Born in the cold, live and die by a northern town in the snow Save up time in bottles, pouring beer in cups begging the end All the same, sucks don’t it? He’s just a brand, make and model, what he become? Open the door, Open the door he’s young then he’s older He’s calm but he’s colder than nurse hands birth plans Vitals are good but R.N’s they should slap the parents instead See the shape he’s in, he’s trying still to prolate hierarchies and triangles His flow rates I.O.C. material that square knows Circles are for meetings eh? eh? circles are for healing pray? pray? Circles are repeat “I’m sorry, they’re sorry” never heard so couldn’t say… Valley Acid Trip, drip drip Don't mind me loaded in the middle with something to see Nothing to say, no one to flip with in the Valley Acid Trip Don't mind me loaded in the middle with something to see Nothing to say, no one to flip with in the Valley Acid Trip Born in a mine, been a nickel since three quarters and a dime grew up His computer is all he ever fucked Zero’s and ones, all that love gets don’t it? He’s just a binary breakfast his poodle threw up First date, with a milk crate and Gates in a shit can caption dad’s plates We park cars in the backyard, a storage place for thorough-goods and Gent stars Pound for pound a feast on paper plates that permeate the pangs of our being Means that, that feeling ain't free. In the beater, he beat his bare chest, studied his gems Hustled his way through playbooks like Larry Flynt Crown the boy, entitle the man the biter within can learn to expect a tip… Valley Acid Trip, drip drip Don't mind me loaded in the middle with something to see Nothing to say, no one to flip with in the Valley Acid Trip Don't mind me loaded in the middle with something to see Nothing to say, no one to flip with in the Valley Acid Trip Open the door, Open the door down the rabbit hole