We're all hazardously impaired
And this station won't ever be blissful
unless we verbalize and be peaceful.
We all just shout
engaging ourselves behind closed doors
and we won't partake
out of the same tabular array
this is why
our roses sooner decay...
but I'd just pose
as everything builds up
rottenly...
If this is how it is today
I'll attempt to hold til tomorrow
and I'll ask myself again
will this nook get old with me?
or will it just grow insane?
we might just die
from this nervous strain
as exceedingly as we've become
dysfunctionally sane.
