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can someone please

give my brain back to me

i think i left it on the train.



this train

it was taking me from

this quiet resting place,

an abode full of cherries delight

and fornication

and this train, excess express

enlighten

e everything,

that train took me to oblivion.



uncle jim, he sung

the blues that came

from way down deep

in kentucky



with a girl who was blind

and a guy who passed out

an hour before the real fun began,



throwing up double my amount

in gold

a liver never truly lives

until it is falling apart.



my soul is a car wreck

90 down the highway

bang! smash! head on

fucking collision

with a truck driver named sam.



bits and pieces tear away

slowly, i can see it happening

i can sense them

departing

but i've got a stupid grin

to make me feel



to make me feel.



i once believed, one

must learn

to earn death



do you know what i believe now?



well if you find out please tell me.

cause i'm off the train

now flying,

do not give a fuck.



fuck, fuck, i feel i am

invincible.



where is my mind

excess express,

eblivion



where is my mind.

truly, where the fuck

is my mind.