(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 a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck I got touched by a hazy shade of God me change Caught a rush on the floor the life in my veins
(Slug): It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it Five for your love, and six for the And seven for the day that I climbed this mess
(Slug): I'm catching from the child proof lighters And all these fine tooth that keep the wires in my head tighter I'm tired out by the achieved walking in my sleep Thoughts got shifted 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 this And call management to some reimbursement For the nerve endings that from the first hits
(Slug): So fuck needles, smoke Fuck lines that make the sinus Fuck chasers, trails, waves and rails Fuck hang-overs, fuck Regurgitations, mandatory and UA tracing Blind my insight and the common sense Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the Built the tolerance, now more that I consume it When it boards up my room, the world's whores croon in unison the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony But here I be within a of my drool Sedated, dilated, comatose, life overdose Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild I I'll smile And check the floor, God's got tile Tell Mile to keep that shit wild style And smile And check the floor, God's got nice
(Slug): Head, pressure, senses, Date, Divinity, wouldn't, Touched, hazy, God, Rush, floor, life...