Lyrics
My stomachs rotten, Eyez dazed, My hand iz Stumbling off My shoulders.
Whoo Am I, I'm such a waste, With every moment I feel like dissolving,
Into the air, The open Space, My head feels like a Pot-Roast//
As I talk Doped Off A Shot Of Ma Favorite Tacos, I Wish I had a glock Close,
So I could Pop My Top, To Unlock Softness I Dropped When I Was A Child,
In Smiles I'd Ride Theze waves, But time is just My Mindly Craze,
Im addict and I've had it with sadness, This Dark Hole is Attractive,
Growin Massive The Fact IS, It's attacking the masses,
And FeelinG Like Plastic, Been Hooked on This acid//
Not The Tangible Classic, I'm Like an-imal Trapwith OUt the actual trappers//
I'm just an addict whoz had too much of this hassle
Chorus:
Im just an addict, Imbalanced with Thiz Packet of Patches//
Im just An addict, I've had it, Tryin Silence the traffic//
Im just an addict, Fanatic, A product of theze Bastards//
For real, It's Filth, And he's down by the gutter/
Its a dark night, With a mind that is cluttered//
Brain Waves Leak Into his Mouth as He studders//
Wonders if God Created "light" to Recover//
Cuz he knew what was commin,
Innonence lost, He Feared the Becomming,
And saw the beginnin
of the intellect race turning slowly into insects Waste//
Filled WIth-Interest-Rates Ignorin things-that-say//
Look-out for those who Infects Aids
Hiss iterests paid, He saiz Forget the continent that's infect-aid,
But hez blind ya see, within a cyclone of of the mind diesease,
The signs agree, Adam and Eve FInally have Climbed the Tree//
Pervision is emergin, Dispersin within curtians,
Pornography Isurgents Insertin Serpents in to children,
Born but lost virginity God's cursin on Us pilgrims//
Chorus::
Who Do I blame, Am I the bastard himself,
Asking in Himself, Why I click clicks, For the Hamburger Melt,
Sniff sniff Found Crack in cell,
Trip Trip to the Passing of hell
Consider Ma 9, Should I Strip CLips To face Ma actual Self//
Or Snip CLips to a Corporate Bitchm Harrassin a Wealth//
Psychological Slick Bitch Co-ordinate Methods to keep the Fastgrip on ma Scalp//
Alcholohlics Piss Strips while Basterds-rich with- His money Relaxin to tell//
How much he ripped-lips into believin the flipped-script Of Happiness help//
saying After takin a quick hit He'll be laughin as well,
Sex is a Market Equiped-With masses to sell//
Profits target a bitch-stripped n Lackin of wealth//
At the same time, the dick-lick, is Attackin fabric of self//
To the kid-sick, lookin vastly into the shadow of hell
A cycle of guilt-trips, Explicility filled with, The signz of a Sick-rick//
Willfully blind trying hide thatz hez still-him, the sin-wins
as he fights with thalife syndrome//
