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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