THE DRAIN

THE DRAIN
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Stolen flowers wilt inside your head
Even Christ cannot baptize the dead
All you nose cannot escape the pain
And in the end it all goes down the drain
Contusion to your gonna be
The drain
Confusion was the enemy
Hidden creatures remodeling your mind
Trade in your vision, and then you trade in kind
What’s that word that’s dancing in your throat?
Just saying it is not an antidote
What you do with time soon becomes you
Draw the line before it takes you too
Riddles like this do not make you sane
And solving them won’t save you from the drain
Implosion of your remedy
The drain
Serum to your gonna be
The drain
Swirling down the stool I see
The drain
Here we go again I feel the drain