Dealer, Man...! from Montserrat by Little Mighty Zebra Rabbit

They found a Weed Dealer man
In their small tiny world
They all feel like a million bucks
Buying greens in plastic
Melting away into a grinder
The hatchback brain is
On course for a mental divorce
Melting in the flying hotbox
A swirling grind for the search of life
Oh my, they found a weed dealer
Steam blasts through the airvents
No head on the fifth day
A big band swirls in their five piece
Hearts studded across their small world
I'm an ocean wide harbour, decaying at a slow pace
Light me up in a small stir pot, add some spice
A slow moving lake of piss
The rebellious age finds their ways to speak out
Pierce a hole through the rising tide
Spend your life wondering
If you're the bad person
Your species is parasitic
A swirly wall melting into a new dimension
Singular Addiction spiralling out of control
A perfect circle that's what we all desire
Getting infected with a hard welt
Ears are buzzing and my eyes are sizzling
Memory Cycles reset each 2 generations
Until they find a weed dealer again

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