I am falling from the top

I am drinking from a cup



I came in search of paradise

With much in my mind

A thousand eyeballs shake me down

The ups and downs of times to come



Satisfaction comas and goes

Biological action and it froce



A problem of leisure measured in terms

Of pain plus pleasure plus poison sperm

I wear the look of false alarm

Someone ought to twist my arm

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