The Last Great Drag

One more,One more please,jerking aint fun unless theres an aftershock,
Winged Angels are the voices inside my head,uni-emotional drags,
Painted Portraits of naked old ladies still haunt the presence of your bleeding reality,
Paranoia are your eyes from the back of your head that tempt you for anti-boredom,
The Realities Split like two ripples of time facing each other in the 11th dimension,
Gods cause paranoia giving you a 6 set with their Social Drinking Ventriloquist skill.

Surrender to your leaders who get high with some pretence and walls,
Feeling sleepy mother? Feeling hormonal father? Feeling addictive brother? Feeling non-existant sister?,
Are you real? Or do you lie? Agree with me but dont breathe with me,
Blurry images of people passing by,with a wanderer watching,hateful and envious,
They are so strange like the moonlight in a misty cold night,
Stir the flies and the tonic is freedom,Stir the whys the tonic is death.