Brain Creates Waves
some days, I walk in the forest for hours,
everywhere I turn, they wish me well
little boys rise up on their toes to drink from the fountain,
the pictures in schoolbooks show benefits, for only a few
when I go to the farm to buy fresh eggs,
chickens gobble in refrain... just say "no" to drugs
when I ask the grocer what farm his pork comes from,
he sighs, and sends armies to attack my brain
when I raise my voice to slow the machine,
only those parts already rusted.... understand
only those parts
already rusted
understand
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