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Can you hold this
I smoked it
Had a great time
Now it's permanent psychosis
Room starts to grow
Loved ones approaching
Energy glows
Take myself off auto-focus
City overflows
But nobody even knows us
Thought I wasn't me
So I took the time and wrote this
Can you hold me under
In a classical hypnosis
No need to tap the cup
Imma stay till further notice

When the dials set
On channel seven
Look around at the file you have entered
Channel five is a six mile wide exit
Not a body in sight
Just me and a pocket full of planned obsolescence
Just me and my pockets full of
Just me and my pockets
Just me and my pockets full of

Slightly off something
I just found on the ground
It's shaped like my
Head and face
Speed of photons slow
So it's hard to see in this
Heavy fog
Tap the cup
I'm seeing god

When the dials set
On channel seven
Look around at the file you have entered
Channel five is a six mile wide exit
Not a body in sight
Just me and a pocket full of planned obsolescence
Just me and my pockets full of
Just me and my pockets

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