48 Levels of Isolation

A verse I did in The Pharm's album Musings from the Mad Scientist

Sonars stagger on milliseconds of dripping stalagmites,

Kirkland Langstrom metamorphosis deaf on fore sights,

Suffer a rampage of the mind, call it a curse,

Bluff a moment of clarity? But your auditory is submerged,

I throw a 48 up to the silver lined skies

Sow the everglades up as I pilfer the vined lies,

Divide the divine lines, Decline the derived times,

Defunct the devilish kind that all men, blind, find

 

The Yellow brick roads gets slammed by a sledge,

Red Ruby slippers sold for strokes of razors edge,

Wake up in the morning, Tornadoes in your bed,

Red and Blue Pills for the rabbit holes in your head

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[Six The Northstar]

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