When I get slow of apprehension
Mould inflammable liquid
In the nipple of my neck
To bring me for a mental drag
Then I get quick of apprehension
But the lobes of my brain
Gorge any chimera
Leave my level from high tension
For territory of enigma
Existing in a quixotic state
Exile to eternal oddity
Forgotten how to relate
I'm bombarded as victim of modesty
Yes I got quick of apprehension
But the lobes of my brain
Gorge any chimera
Left my level from high tension
For territory of enigma
Now I have no longer apprehension
Put my anointed carcass in the rain
To get my level for no tension
I gave up last mental strain
Writer(s): Tejo Bolten
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