(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 date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me I got touched by a shade 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 reasoning, and four for those that try to get it Five for love, and six for the stress And seven for the day that I climbed into this
(Slug): I'm catching ulcers the child proof lighters And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head I'm out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep Thoughts got shifted since the high got a tad too Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume And get out of bathroom And call management to seek some For the nerve endings burnt from the first hits
(Slug): So needles, fuck smoke lines that make the sinus choke Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and Fuck hang-overs, fuck Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA Blind my and dull the common sense me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence Built the tolerance, now it's more 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 I be within a pool of my drool Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life Tell Jacob Miles to it wild style I promise I'll And check the floor, God's got tile Tell Jacob Mile to 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...