……..pictures that frame you, aim you, make you think a certain way, game you; naw, I mean tame you, make you act a certain way; grandma’s angry finger pointing you that-a-way, but any hallucinogenic can spin it, and your brain already got dopamine in it, we come in the world with our vision tinted, that’s why when it comes to truth, we can’t win it, this body, we can only rent it, our souls, we can only send it, but where it goes nobody knows, but the body is froze I suppose, or is it.. maybe our brains shut down like old televisions, it can’t make no decisions, it just goes off old superstitions and subliminal intuitions, but it’s just intermissions, because the brain hasn’t ceased, and death hasn’t finished its feast.