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