Hear the garbage through my restless head
We fought some folk but they get lost instead
'Cause in the paradise it threw me a pitch
She said, "this world's illusion, get unhinged"
Here crouches the scums to the tuned out mind
An empty illusive, self illuminating right
I see the world times nine in a stitch
I'm leaving behind that unhinged
Unhinged!
No!
