(Slug): Head, pressure, senses, Date, Divinity, wouldn't, Touched, hazy, God, Rush, floor, life,
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I Made a with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck I got touched by a shade of God help me change Caught a rush on the floor the life in my veins
(Slug): It goes one for the cannabis, and two for Dianetics Three for reasoning, and four for those that try to get it for your love, and six for the stress And seven for the day that I into this mess
(Slug): I'm catching ulcers the child proof lighters And all these fine biters that keep the wires in my head tighter I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my Thoughts got since the high got a tad too deep Ask dad to keep cool, call him back as soon as I resume normal And get out of bathroom And management to seek some reimbursement For the nerve endings burnt from the first hits
(Slug): So fuck needles, smoke Fuck lines that make the sinus chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails Fuck hang-overs, hallucinations Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA Blind my insight and dull the common me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence Built the tolerance, now more that I consume it When it boards up my room, the world's whores croon in unison Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., But here I be a pool of my drool Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life Jacob Miles to keep it wild style I promise smile And check the floor, God's got nice Tell Jacob to keep that shit wild style And smile And check the floor, got nice tile
(Slug): Head, pressure, senses, Date, Divinity, wouldn't, Touched, hazy, God, Rush, floor, life...