My time is a drain and I'm in the slow drip
One where I and my sanity has lost its grip
We shout a kiss and cry out to no avail
I bleed without color and breathe in hell
I dream for just a minute without drama
But I know I'm hurt and in some real trauma
Today doctors don't get paid in dreams
And by nightfall I lead the scream regime
So I light the pipe and ignite the green rights
And I await my last rites as I take in the blight
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