A bright glazed view with room for two
It's a habitable world on the page I drew
An escapist faced with moments of adrenaline
Taste this great wit treat audience of gelatin
To hell with them sugar coated red dye every bloated
Parrot-headed pansy yelling bullshit incorrectly quoted
I'll confine myself to the comfort of my own view
Clouded by the dirt on my glasses I always knew
The lights and sights of bright inspired spectacles
Would enthrall and call all the world into my reticle (Drowning in)
Pools of bliss induced by my fist
It's a banality reality convinced of originality
It's Inputs and outputs tuck me to bed
The problems we live by are all in our heads
We've all got problems and the lines are real thin
So I'll drop my silver dollar in the overfilled tin