I'm just a shout away
from my dreams
for me it's a sensitive thing
only a like mind
could understand my kind
it's all rushing in on me
like a faraway wind
blowing on me
raindrops falling
on my head
the ceilings gone
moving walls
out of my way
standing in the center
of my assignment
like a airborne messenger
heaven sent me
to raise some hell
I ink out loud
help me scream
brain freeze
like eating ice cream
on speed
cross a pepper
with a wicked pickle
you get a wickle
back when my bike
was a tricycle
it was vicious
go back to the wickles
they're delicious
straight out the jar
I'm drinking the juice
I've gone too far
shouldn’t have
done that
now I’m wasted