There's always one of them in the bunch. Socializing and sticking lies in. Acting like nobody got a clue to the scenario. When the truth comes out, they're scrambling to dodge the ball.
Take for granted, ideas slanted. New disease. Fish eye goggles. Blur our channels to appease. . Mental channels, psychic vandals. In disguise. Feed the others sweet taste buffers.
Take my glass mind and walk me through the door. I can't wait to taste the sun again. Take my glass mind and drag me off the floor. So then maybe I can see right.