This infernal river Winds endlessly on The rations have run dry The drugs are all gone Hunger sets in The withdrawals take hold Desperation is mounting The madness, it grows The days turn to months Yet, here, time stands still A tedious, dragging Purgatorial feel We've traveled so far But hardly can tell The depths of this jungle Dwarf the deep pits of hell Psychedelic stagnation Depraved deja vu These desolate doldrums Will soon consume us too