The Fix

All one can do is sit silent and smile when knowing that most Everything is aligned and lying within the bed of, insane... They say, the studious that is that, the crazy do not know ? Bang your head pull your hair; scream as you scratch, the walls of despair Spending ones life running through these halls; manufactured generic dreams Pumped into their veins and a poisoned pointed needle; people dying amid The dust whileas bullits blare and bombs are sent with a love's note... Pass a resolution; pacify such needs in objects that glitter of green and gold Beige their after thought with a weekends getaway where all your desires Are fulfilled and we'll penetrate, your dear darling mother yet worry not for We'll rape your father too; selling paradise unto this flesh or perhaps just A few promises wrapped anew; healing, joy, that the beauty which can be found Bound in these constitutional interpretations designed just for you ? All one can do Is sit silent and smile when knowing that most everything, be studiously insane... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ..."The Fix" ~