Slug:
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins

Chorus:
From a head full of pressure rests
the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck
I got touched by a hazy shade of God, helped me change,
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins

Slug:
It goes one for the cannabis, and
two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four
for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess

Chorus

Slug:
I'm catching ulcers from the child-proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep
the wires in my head tighter
I tired out by the distances
achieved walking in my sleep
Thoughts got shifted since I got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back
as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
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Chorus

Slug:
So fuck needles, fuck smoke
Fuck lines that make the sinus choke
Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails
Fuck hang-overs, fuck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inner vision, kill the
superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's
whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read
euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile

Chorus

Slug:
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins