Think My Thoughts

Gas stations, fast food, grocery stores

That's all we've got for you here

That's why everybody turns to

meth or guns and beer

Disembodied demons disembarking

No longer am I their boogie board

Flashes in pans, voices burned to ash

A miracle I didn't think my karma could afford

Now I can think my thoughts

I can decide my decisions

Melting malevolent spirits

found me not very nutritious