Pharmaceutical Kings

Pharmaceutical kings

Prolific prophecies of alchemistic human beings

Divinity, psilocybin serenity

Psilocin hallucinogenic property

Propriety, everything I believe in is inside of me

Getting down. Getting ill. Getting high. Getting fly.

I'm living for love like you're living for a benji to get by

I'm a retroactive renegade, pinless hand granade

A subatomic warhead like Einstein gave, digging a hole for this bottomless grave

You send nightmares, shooting chills down my spine

I take a shot of Cola because my Coke only comes in lines

Schizophrenic, metaphoric, melatosis, self-hypnosis

Concocting plots and ploys for intellectual overdoses

Phallic middle fingers are ironic birds, rhythmatically making up words

Because definitions are meaningless,

Dy-tonal dedication dynamically dilated dis-positional bliss

Quoting ancient philosophers as if their words were my own

Aristotle Aeropostale, getting Buddha belly flopped straight to the dome

Trying to find unity with the inner and outer me, peacefully

Trying to find this ambiguity... called home

But still,

Be still my heart

Dittoed the wind gently whisper hypnotical hymns of free flowing fallasaic art

Suffering succotash, I build myself up because you always pull me apart