Staring into Inertia Corridors Doppelgänger round the bend Shifting from station to station Lost in this horrid screenplay Droning antennas Incoherent voices I scramble their transmission with my tin foil mask Let’s dive into this Cesspool that is life Intake the Devil’s substance Open the portals of perception Read between the lines of angel dust Cinders fell from a mescaline sky like virgin thoughts to a worm-ridden mind Wailing masses wash away It’s the dawn of Helter Skelter In my temple of vice Wading through molasses Seeking another distraction Something to hold off this innate unrest Featureless talk show hosts fade out in a dark purple haze Block the keyhole, shut the drapes My stalking neighbor is on to me Brew some Tea, my trusted servant Some of that green to set the matters right Carried by revelations in tunnel vision Crawlers gathering in the pipeline As muculent tentacles coil around the paralysed Lotuseater From uncharted depths roaches arise on techno stilts Queen praying mantis gnawing on my feet Watching the end roll by from my Electric Recliner