Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't fuck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't fuck
Touched, hazy, god, change
Rush, floor, life
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, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
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, help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
It goes, one for the cannabis and two for your Dianetics
Three for your reasoning and four for those that try and get it
Five for your love and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
From a (head) full of (pressure)
Rests the (senses) that I (clutch)
I made a (date) with (divinity) but she (wouldn't) let me (fuck)
And I got (touched) by a (hazy) shade of (God), help me (change)
And caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
I'm catching ulcers from the childproof lighters
And all of these fine-toothed biters
That keep the wires in my head tighter
I'm tired out by the distances achieved walkin' in my sleep
Floors got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask Dad to keep cool, I'll call him back
Soon as I resume normal, and get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits
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, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
Head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me fuck
And I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
So fuck needles, fuck smoke
Fuck lines that make the sinus choke
Fuck chasers and trails, fuck raves and rails
Fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences
And UA tracin'
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume
And when it boards up my room
The world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy
Autopsy pages read euthanasia i.e. irony
Well here I be within a pool of my drool, sedated
Windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles keep it wild-style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Miles keep that shit wild-style
And I'll smile, and check the floor
God's got nice tile
From a head full of pressure
Rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me fuck
And I got touched by a hazy shade of "God, help me change"
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
From a (head) full of (pressure)
Rests the (senses) that I (clutch)
I made a (date) with (divinity) but she (wouldn't) let me (fuck)
And I got (touched) by a (hazy) shade of "(God), help me (change)"
Caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn't, fuck
Touched, hazy, God, changed
Rush, floor, life
