Encircled by Mirrors - Job For A Cowboy

We socialize in the moonless pit

Of my own intelligence

I’m suspended in space

and encircled by mirrors

Through my reflection

Things are becoming clearer

Apparently teeth

Are beginning to germinate from the roots of my eyes

I find myself wincing

As they chew through my optic flesh

Layers of teeth

Dancing, waltzing

Their way out of my now punctured face (X2)

It’s comical in retrospect

I used to enjoy this

Levitating notion of escape

It’s opening the gates

To a newborn philosophy

My deep seeded dementia embraced

Layers of teeth

Dancing, waltzing

Their way out of my now punctured face (X2)

My deep seeded dementia embraced

Hallucinogenic contemplations

Have become my finest friend

It’s opening the gates

To a newborn philosophy

My deep seeded dementia embraced (X2)