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Intro Sentences, yeah! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh, haha Um, Why? Think, yeah, yeah! Never ending Chorus I tell my sentences to run Because when I come I use them to kill I use them as a gun but just for some fun and the thrill What's one hundred more puns if they're done for my will? I-I know it's Mon-day but I love drugs that's just how I feel Verse 1 It's these elephants in the sky That float there and cry That make me sit inside And ponder the question, Why? Why, I, am a human? But feel like a mutant My brain is stuck inside of Confucius confusion Therefore my thought is illusion Eyes attracted to movement and lumens And as a student of Newton I'm watching things fall into place Spend most of my days with a riddled face Never move with haste, just a gracious pace, can't make mistakes Don't call me hip, I ain't got time to waste (waist) I have too many verses to be space How does a mind never quit? It can learn every wit But not expand to infinite Are sensations just a trick? Chorus I tell my sentences to run Because when I come I use them to kill I use them as a gun but just for some fun and the th-thrill What's one hundred more puns if they're done for my-my will? I-I-I-I know it's Mon-day but I love drugs that's how I feel Verse 2 What does it mean when I, when I, when I dream? Is it my head trying to scream? "Help me! Help me! I need to get out I can't take anymore of this route I'm a trout swimming upstream in a drought I can't even shout And everyday I'm stuck in a cave I can't escape this maze I have to dream I have to get out of this thing I'm getting old I'm all wrinkly I have to travel I have things to see I have to unravel I have to breathe I'm buried alive This is a nightmare It's day in and day out it feels like a light year I'll wait till he's asleep then sneak out his right ear But I'll kill him if I leave, he needs me right here I'll suffer another day To take his thoughts and illustrate Dots to line thoughts to display His point of view to portray He's got a lot to say He's been working me like a slave I hope he smokes pot today I need a break from this pace Chorus I tell my sentences to run Because when I come I use them to kill I use them as a gun but just for some fun and the-the th-thrill What's one hundred more puns if they're done for my-my will? I-I-I-I know it's Mon-day but I love drugs that's how I feel