Going To Wal Mart For Diapers and Wipes Paranoid Blues

There’s an exit around here somewhere. Dazed,
I run along the hallway towards it,
along the endless stretches of this maze
dividing the ground beneath my feet. Where danger lurks,

I run down the hallway towards it
in the distance mocking me with shadows,
dividing the ground beneath my feet where danger lurks,
laughing along the ceiling, moving as fast as the light

in the distance mocking me with shadows.
That turn the corner in front of me;
laughing along the ceiling, moving as fast as the light
before hitting another dead end. On waves of silence

that turn the corner in front of me,
calling out a warning in the echo of my footsteps, “Turn back”,
before hitting another dead end. On waves of silence
I continue, along the same path,

calling out a warning in the echo of my footsteps, “Turn back,
you’ve been here before”.
I continue along the same path
in search of the way out, knowing

I’ve been here before,
that the exit is one turn away.
In search of a way out, knowing
I’ve come back to the same place, where the walls say

That the exit is one turn away
along the endless stretches of this maze.
I’ve come back to the same place, where the walls say
“There’s an exit around here somewhere”, dazed.

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