New York to Chandigarh
Sweet people, utterly mad
Doing tricks magical
Moving things with their brain
Poor mental health
Loads of money, can't watch one eat
Or wash, stand, anything
Mental health is wealth
Hell and heaven have descended
Converged as it were
Here on this plane
Madmen everywhere
Watch the poorest man on the net
Almost everyone's behaving the same
No going back
Those who survived the epidemic
On tv showed it wasn't nothing
The minds were incapable of recovering
Sweet and pretty stuff lord
Is what this pictorial blog was for
Diseased men and animals
Too many it's too much everywhere
Men and more men
And more and more
Many more everywhere
Dying slow and painful lives
Flowers to you almighty
Send a cure
Have mercy god
The insane are nearer you
Or the devil
Seers of sorts
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