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Tell me what dreams
are really made of
all that you're afraid of
drugs, noose or knife
tried it maybe thrice
addicted what's your vice?
hands cemented
I'm demented
pharmacy
inspired to be wired
situation here is dire
compulsion to fly higher
hit the ground
homeward bound
bodies never found
someone drowned
in the ocean
in the river
in the bathtub
in the sea
and it was me
a prescription
for superfluous conditions
swallow- convince me
tonics for chronics
doctors filling up disease
fears burn into need
and so they- so we-
begin to bleed
Enable me
Enable me
Making the flight to heaven
on these broken wings
clay pigeons
shoot me down
bring me to the
pharmacy