Evade The Spiderwebs. Awake. A Lucky Renegade.
Wade Through Circuits & Such. Grim. Of The Machines That\'ve Took Over.
Sober Remedied By The Final Swallow Of The Quart On The Floor.
Wh*re N Mind, So Satisfied, I\'ve D.R.E.A.M.ed Heavily On Her Big Ol\' H.E.A.V.E.N.ly Behind.
Underlined Atmosphere: Beautifully Rainy Day Of This Most Miserable Year.
Clear Head Comes As I Intake My 1st Long Menthol.
Steel Pistol Now From Under My Pillow & N Sight.
Night Of Sublime & Supreme Morn Sitting On Me Quite Well.
Pull From My Smoke Adrift Inside Casual Regard.