i can see the poison   i'ts coming thorough my window   it's coursing through my veins   settling in my marrow   it's hanging over my head   working at cancer alley   but dad's gotta eat   dad's gotta live   and we'll follow in his footsteps   mind's blank   toungue's dry   sleep's gone   feeling fucked up   when i am not   and feeling fine when i am   there's a lot we've been meaning to say   but we're different people everyday   our battle is different   it's in our minds   and only visible in the dark   but where are our minds   the pages are filled   with filth and pollution   the pages are filled   with sleepless nights   there's no such thing as paranoia   our book is more   than just tall tales.