Rack your brains

It might be a song but then again no.

Rack your brains for an answer
The bands are tight
And they might
Be killing me
An anthropologist caught in the
illusion of homology
Of likeness I can never see

Rack your brains for an answer
Cause my hands are tied
And I've tried
So hard to be
An escapologist hollering
the gist of an apology
But that's how it's gotta be

I guess it's time
It's not a crime
The way that I'm
giving in
It's not a sin
The way that I'm
giving way to the din
And fury

Find, find the way
Mind the way you came from
Behind the way that leads ahead
Find, find the way
Mind the way you're heading
Unwind your little golden thread

Help me help you.

The End

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