Slugs

You got sativa, ignite it

World stiff as arthritis

Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens

Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless

Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence

First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor

Economies collapse and your stack just some paper

Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces

Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres

Slugs are just snails without shells

The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed

But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell With giants throwing salt on all their people

Can't consider them frail

Spit vinegar in sour times

Live under the power lines

I'm just a bag of tumors full of alkaline

All you do is carve them out and sew up any abscess

Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets

Backseat driving, passenger traveling

Bumming a ride in my own brain

Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine

Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein

Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I'm shackled and cuffed and restrained

How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain?

All of the time I spent hoping to change

Just an obsession with stoking the flames

Haunted, something hovers over me

I feels its breath

The skeletal projection of accumulated stress

You got sativa, ignite it

World stiff as arthritis

Dreaming about a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens

Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless

Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence

First hit the wax then you exhale the vapor

Economies collapse and your stack just some paper

Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces

Rather burn down the city get me fucking 50 acres