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