LYRICS- FATHER SMOG- Weigh the dose
Stuck inside my head,
skin is crawling, face is red,
people calling out my name, I think I might be Fucking dead,
Hugs and kisses, might go missing for a while,
Tell the misses sorry about the dishes and the tiles,
I got my notes compiled, Wrote them since a child,
putting on my nicest coat because I'm going out with style,
No hopes, no plans, no dreams,
no ropes, no hands, no things,
Can't cope with most, the both of us have had enough for real,
I met the ghost and chose to close my case now i can chill, hopefully the people left behind can be fulfilled,
Mind is simmered down, who's the winner now?
Little man is down so the crowd is gathered round.
Gorgeous women, nice cars were leaving scars
so i took it upon myself to take a trip to mars.
Traveled far and wide for a place to hide, couldn't find
Wandered back inside, I think Im ready for consumption,
Blood is still pump, heart is still jumping,
body still function but Im still saying fuck it.
L*** lying still hollowed out like a bucket,
silence over violence finally riding past the ruckus,
sliding by these tiny minds constructed of assumptions,
Dying for the diamonds then your'e never reaching zion,
are you trying to be recycled hyping up this self reliance?
Suicidal tendencies are ending vital energy and now Im free.