Poor Bill Brillo lost his mind on acid,
on the inside, inside the asylum,
ontology took a back seat to drugs,
respectfully, these drugs aren't for you, kid,
Bill threw himself out from a speeding car,
inside the asylum, his voice grew numb,
left to his own devices, he lacked hugs,
left alone on the inside, he lacked friends,
Brillo was brilliant, a real superstar,
remember Mirror Theory, his old band,
influenced by post-punk, he played guitar,
little did we know how deep in quicksand,
little could we imagine just how far,
only a rope could save him, no one sends.
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