The Vision's Cursed

Yeah It's crazy And er I dunno The lines are blurred The vision's cursed The vision's cursed The vision's cursed The vision's cursed The vision's cursed Round and round the roses The thorn bush cracks and shows his Front lobal exposes Desire for apoptosis Hippocampus forgets what he's doing But now he knows it Mind racing and pacing like a cheetah's flows is But he closes and outgrows his enclosures The system's broken and I'm hoping This poem will shine light on the bright dimes of showbiz His mind's in the state of euphoria but delirium Here it comes to set us back a millennium The falcon crosses the Broca's area's interior 'Cause I'll stab you in the head and shank you with the blade And when you're dead I'll stand upon and dance upon your grave These are the outbursts bursting out their bubble with no control Open wide and open slow 'cause down this hole we're gonna go He lies in bed like the wind is racing around his head it's whoozing, aching He can't stomach the acid that falls from above, let's face it He says to get at 'em but we all matter here just like a racist Use your head when you're hurt and your heart when you're lost Don't separate from karma, everything it'll cost Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Song so perfect you'd think my artist name is practice F*ck around and burn like a matchstick Money stretching like Mr. Fantastic You can't hack it Murdering the beat like a spastic Spazzing on the beat like a ratchet Triggering these peeps' like an addict Just got a new packet of Mr. Magic's mushroom's that you had hit Yeah Racing and pacing the cheetah's flow is not flowing no more It feels like a come down as if dinner's ready and your mum won't wait no more Oh the contrary you feel less wary the summer's sun is blaring Through your windows and reflects a new state of bliss and caring Not self-medicating but self-caring, fairing Well but life always rolls the dice, daring That previous state of mind will light up like New York But for now it's the Antarctic and a true thought The only lights you see is Northern Aurora, internal port Here's a thought, blue sky reflects off the balcony caught A glimpse of it and pause Ok back on the beat like Ike Turner was Same shit like it's yesterday Mind is out to come and play At least for just another day The manic episode on display Ready to unpause, go and click play For now, enjoy this euphoric state Before delirium will come and seal your fate