(Slug): Head, pressure, senses, Date, Divinity, wouldn't, Touched, hazy, God, Rush, floor, life,
From a head full of rests the senses that I clutch a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck I got touched by a hazy of God help me change 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 for those that try to get it Five for love, and six for the stress And seven for the day that I into this mess
(Slug): I'm ulcers from the child proof lighters And all these fine tooth biters that keep the in my head 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 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 endings that burnt from the hits
(Slug): So fuck needles, fuck lines that make the sinus choke Fuck chasers, trails, fuck and rails hang-overs, fuck hallucinations Regurgitations, sentences and UA tracing Blind my insight and dull the sense me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence Built the tolerance, now it's that I consume it When it boards up my room, the whores will croon in unison Unify the eulogy, pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony But here I be within a of my drool Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life Tell Miles to keep it wild style I promise smile And check the floor, got nice tile Tell Jacob Mile to that 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...