ManicWorld Magazine

A pocket full of hard candy can take you places
Seventy eight cents in loose change and a key that opens nothing
Industrial Ketamine Synthesis is a hopeful promise
It’s like an hour on the surface of the moon

I don’t know if I see the same stars every night
I don’t know if it’s just a widespread rumor
The driver looked disappointed with the tip
It’s all I have and I’ll just walk home

And the rain came and it diminished our tears
But this constant juxtaposition of words is a true firefight 
Like Ketamine, it’s all won in the trenches
Like Dopamine, it’s frightened of mirrors

Braving the wine and dancing with the girls in the kitchen 
Nothing can distract me from the inevitable consequences 
The suggestion of words might just be a new art
And the way these drugs are handled just baffles me

But I know now that a prescription is in order
Industrial Ketamine Synthesis 
The march towards freedom begins before the first step 
Every memory swindled

Every torment disengaged.