Follow the frames and you will get cornered
By the boys in blue
With radios singin' staged suicidal tunes
Sittin' in the back of a drug cafe
Attentive for your cream conversation
Stirred for a feelin'
Licked like a sidewalk drive-by peelin'
Who waves for the traffic cam voyager
And you burn your body on the grey asphalt
For a real sensation
To get a taste of trans-meditation
As you outline your existence in children's chalk
When everyday sticks together like the crust between your eyes
& the chewed gum in your frontal pockets
Picked with steel forks in electrical sockets
You're keepin' it so cool that it's old news
Time to blow your brains with nicotine
Time to level the tides with more alcohol
Instead of stickin' your soles on money balls
Roll with the spiked punch and not give a fuckin' shit
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