Delusion
psychotropic nightmare,
millirill dream,
nothings ever really,
really what it seems,
thoughts are all diluted,
scrambled like an egg,
their seams to be no escape,
no matter how you beg.
doctors want you normal,
least that's what they say,
and all along their watching you,
in hopes, you'll pass away.
but you'll just keep on fighting,
to find a brighter day.
where psychotropic nightmares,
are finally blown away.
as the millirill dreams,
exit from your mind,
it's happened, you are free to see the rest of time.
millirill dream,
nothings ever really,
really what it seems,
thoughts are all diluted,
scrambled like an egg,
their seams to be no escape,
no matter how you beg.
doctors want you normal,
least that's what they say,
and all along their watching you,
in hopes, you'll pass away.
but you'll just keep on fighting,
to find a brighter day.
where psychotropic nightmares,
are finally blown away.
as the millirill dreams,
exit from your mind,
it's happened, you are free to see the rest of time.
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