Bliss Quest - This Town Needs Guns

Just as all bodies of mass

Will always long for the Earth’s touch

I will always feel lonely without cause

Pulled by a biological force

Stress reflex, Darwinist twist

Yourself out of this bliss quest complex

Being aware I’m the chemistry set

Does not protect me from my fall

I can’t control or fail

All of this cortisol cocktail

From taking its toll

Headless hedonist

Take your effective sedative

Sipped straight from this drink

Send to sleep the old instinct to think