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Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he ♥♥♥♥♥♥ his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

*monologue*

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function
Coital machinations of the dead
Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus
And learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes
Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it
Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before
So you'll be fine
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?
I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...