Chemical Straightjacket

Give me a mountain 'cause I don't want to live With my feet on the ground anymore Give me an innovative, young writer/director So I can replace all those memories I don't want anymore Of a misdirected mind. chemical straitjacket worn thin by Preemptive winter weather or not he saw it coming It's anybody's guess anybody's guest A surname denounceable betrays the weekend hope That both a freshly laundered craving and a liberation postcard can survive Existentially betrothed in this cobainesque caricature despairing slacker style After his seminary days'n'semi-legendary gaze - doesn't anybody want to kill him Anymore? And what's in his misdirected mind is anybody's guess