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I talk in circles./ Pulling you deeper into a well of confusion./ Spinning in this whirlpool of language/ you remain FIXED,/ as words fall from my mouth in a state of profusion./ This circular net of language is forever/ flinging your mind out of space, and into the ether./ Rhymes cut like a razor./ I'm sitting in a daze here./ I feel I might go crazed here.../ The warm wind of reality whips across my face./ I am not a member of this white-faced race./ I am not a player of this game called hate./ And I will not partake of that animal on your plate./ Eat some magic mushrooms/ and open up the gates of your mind so you can learn to see./ My perception is one step short of lunacy./ Inhale into my lungs...the sacred breath of OHM will set me free.