woke up smoke soring out ma double cup, froze up faceless when I'm so coked up, Throwing up pouring out congealed blood. This time they wont have such good luck glass bowl brimmed with coke flash flood trimmed scenery last toke mouthful o smoke walk outta hell like me dark nights when you're fucking 30 nodding out in the cemetery blacking fast errything be blurry lose it all wishing on a remedy, fell fast fuck that we falling free, closed, closed space closed off dreams, drugs are intrinsic for me, being happy ain't free iced out on amphetamines and benzos, feel like I'm floating through waves of opiates. passed out head slung down to the matress feel bound been bound since start man, straight jacket donning psychopaths applaud me just for my level of insanity. but it ain't all bad, might be a psycho but still can compromise, get the fleeting feeling that what I own is just gonna go, theives, cops, debt men and banks in the same boat, as long as their money is fine we wont get hurt