Lyrics

Psychological slippery slime break my inspiration/
Cause I lose myself in the rhythm and the rhyme so I stick to my meditation/
If I held a candle up to your heart would it cause you a deep frustration/
Something inside is tearing me apart better stick to your medications.

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I see a rainbow/
A rainbow misty and old/
A pretty little rainbow/
That rainbow sure got soul.

With paint in my hand and brush held high could I please your imagination/
Would your colors run free on an emotion spree, it's a spiritual situation/
I offer myself with blood on my hands its a peaceful situation/
To a warm lit room where echoes of sin won't curse your habitation.

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If your feet have now touched the ground you are no longer takin the right medication
So please pull your seat forward to the upright position
Pop your pills swallowing them whole and prepare for lift off
Please enjoy the remainder of the flight
You have now found the psychological slippery slime

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