Letras
Feeling a little insane
Out of control like Nicholas Cage
Been sad before
Feel stress all the time
Gotta admit this isn't the same
Killing myself is a process
Takes a long time
But I'm on it
Think leaving Las Vegas I'm
Drinking for breakfast
The weed and the speed and
The acid I take em
Raising the heat I don't think I can
Take it
A hundred and twenty degrees and
I'm naked
Down on the floor not breathing
I'm laying
I'm seeing I'm breathing
I'm thinking I made it
At least for today though
Depression so heavy
Can't handle the payload
Blood keeps on rushing
Anxiety crushing
Nearly too weak for the stress
Good thing I get tree from
The best
Considering all things I'm blessed
But the planets a fiery mess
Not a guess
That's the truth of it
Our leaders just do
Stupid shit
So I'm a take
These two cube hits
And loosen up
Some screws a bit
Colors shapes
Cartoonishness
Eating more hallucinogens
Wondering if I'll die by fire
Covid or the policemen
Pissy drunk
tripping nuts
Rolling face and smoking dank
Totally in control right now
Thing is I don't know the way
Not once
No not one time
Has Voltaire made a track that
Don't slap
That won't fly
Make you think
Move your feet
Or a least
Grind your teeth
Make you wanna
Chuck a Molotov at
People wearing sheets
KKK proud boys
MAGA and police
Each one points the other ones