Hypnotic Drugstore
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I can taste it on the back of my tongue
It's got a grip on me no matter where I run
Every time I try I just can't hide
Even sleeping eyes wide open
I can't hear it but it's a horrible tone
Can't even feel it though it's so close to the bone
Thoughts that come from inside other worlds
Fifth dimension or whatever
I can't drink it 'cos it's made out of wood
Have I achieved it? Only if I could
Get out of this tin sealed from outside in
This wonderful misfortune
You were right, the reaper's gonna come
It's too late, the foul already done
I'm a sorry soul forced to pay the toll
For overthinking fortune