It's in my mind
where's my atropine?
the mustard gas is choking me
the heat and rash are smoking me

raise your flag for something
or die there on the vine
the fruits of your labor wasted
reach out to the divine
the seeds have all been planted
the spread is uncontrolled
like wild fires devastating lands
washing out the souls

it seems my back is breaking
splintering from the load
its hard to walk for miles
barefoot on gravel roads
sorrow to my eyes
the earth is breaking on down
the trumpets are all blowing
I can't hear the sound

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there's a stain on my halo
demon's fly all around
like swarms of mosquitos
attack me with out a sound
they leave me in the gutter
like it was my place
kick me till I fall down
and spit upon my face

there's something in the air
that keeps on calling me
I swear the door is open
pulling at my being
I cannot pass the torch
cause it's hot and burning me
years pass and fade away
they declare war on me