I hitched a ride to the blue coats' haven
To get the knife growing in my gums examined
They injected me with still life and sent me away
I wondered around the area for an hour or two
The world's eyes on me, unwashed and downtrodden
Until I caught a shuttle to an ocean planet
Hung around its orbit until the atmosphere opened
I lit up a smoke to curb the pressure of it all
Some lady came up to me and said "cigarette's kill"
I told her that life kills and inhaled it to the filter
Dove headfirst into the now opened sea
Where I washed the grievances from my body
And walked away with a bottle of chemicals
That I now digest at least once before I sleep
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