Flashlight shine through a tunnel
Of rebar and fallen timber
Ketamine breakdown
On the outskirts of Eden
X marks the spot
On the forehead of the enslaved
Link hands around the fountain flowing
The blood of the coal mine canaries
Seven oceans of the real have I sailed
Seven ship logs have I burned
In the furnace of my mind
To find myself beached upon the locks
Of the Panama Canal
Bridge my broken teeth with the locks
Of the Panama Canal
Ring the oceans with white daisies
Laced with ketamine and strychnine
Sound the trumpets
And bang the drums
Break out the hero's baton
Because I'm going down
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