Meth Of A Rockette's Kick

mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies I've seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies Powder kegs and marbles [of mumbles?] turn from gray to green eyes I won't be sentimental stay at a hospital tonight hyrdrophonic sonic rhymes submerge me in the water until i'm free of all crimes [brussle?] propulsive healthy mouses gurgle in slime and fondle all the fishes and make them all cheer up rage in their souls gotta be controlled I'm often confused waves in the pool burr in my side make it come back you make it connect you make it come true and that's it