Shadows, voices I can not contemplate.
Feeling numb from all of this blue-hate.
Going nuts isn't what it seems.
When you collapse to your knees......
from multiple wounds on your head;
You'll fall one day mister..... then your dead.
Shrapnel wounds, your eyes can see.....
From what?..... the front of your chest..... to the back you'll see.
that's where they'll be!
Step on outside Son, you'll learn your lesson;
I'll play T-ball with your soft head.....
You'll fall one day mister..... then you'll be dead.
Ancient mysteries unknown to you......
Trying to figure out..... what you should do.
Your brain waves tell you just what- just what you should see!
Ignore my Presence when you sight me.
Go and leave me alone- don't phone!
506 micinley will be your code... read the red line, and sign.
Or one of us..... will checkout the black door.....
in a bag!.... you fell mister.... now.... your....dead!
4/8/91
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