don't know

forget, forget

and what'll you get?

you'll lose your mind

you'll lose your mind!

the tripping soldiers

one by one

kill the time

destroy what's done

fall into pits

of mean despair

so you can pour into your hair

ink!

pink

pink inked sink

and sink and sink 'til you can't think

chemicalized brains

and made up words

burn fiery pains

and turn the world

you don't like your words!

so wash your hands

wash the germs

the promised bad

disease, disease,

rub your skin dry

and cracked and raw

so you can't cry

with fever, out

to hate being sick

because sick brings terror

and paint so thick

it suffocates

your cloudy mind

and turns your thoughts

to invisible kind

so you can wander empty streets

and feel hard ground beneath your feet

know you are steady, there and all

and no one's around, won't hear you fall

at all.

stars will form a new layer of skin

so thin

you'll float away