Bath Salts

Hey, I'm feeling OK, it's good

Cause lately I been feeling so strange

Like I been re-arranged, changed

And these voices

The ones that I can hear in my head

Oh these fellas are telling me

That I'd be better off dead

They're painting me red

And lately

It's been getting harder to sleep

These muscle spasms hit me so deep

And every single night I get cold

Like I can't feel my hands or my toes

And no one told me which way to go

But I'm still here, so

Why don't you pour me another one, Kyle?

Why can't I come down?

I'm so cold again

Can't feel my face again, no

My patience is wearing thin

6 A.M. there goes the moon

I feel like death is coming soon and, oh

All I wanna do is fuckin' sleep

Nothing flashed before my eyes

No pretty angels, and no bright lights

All I saw was the devil's soul

And it looked a hell of a lot like my own