Acid Fatigue

Acid Fatigue


I’ve got a hunger with no mouth to feed
Mr. Ellison knows what I mean
I had a wing-man, now he won’t fly with me
He was so sharp before the acid fatigue

Oh, gimme soul pollution
Oh, baby, give me soul pollution
Oh, I need some soul pollution and a big black light
I’m looking for fingerprints

I knew a girl who lived life out of reach
The demagogues blamed the acid fatigue
She had a hunger with no mouth to feed
But she took apophenia over apathy

Oh, gimme soul pollution
Oh, baby, give me soul pollution
Oh, I need some soul pollution and a big black light
I’m looking for fingerprints


January 8, 2017