Oddball.
Got my oddball psyche trapped inside a box.
Every time it hits a wall, it accelerates.
Bomb out! One, two, three, four …
It’s everything I hate.
Breakout! Four, three, two, one …
I’m trapped inside a crate.
Bounce back! Get up, speed up
Hit the wall and break it down
Backtrack! Black eye, don’t die
Slam, bang and recoil, bounce around
I’m a one ball Lotto machine and I still don’t win.
Faster! Rattle my skull.
It’s cranking up a lawnmower engine
Faster! It’s a dentist’s drill
screaming to get out.
Warp drive! Ding! That’s weird.
According to Einstein, it should weigh a million tons, but I can’t feel it.
Fuck all in the microwave.
An empty head.
Has it turned to energy?
If so, why can’t I conjure up a single, creative, fucking idea?
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