Hangover

Sitting on the front steps with shame for wealth and peace and things

Caught between dreams and memories both of which are better than now

Which is better than ever or is it shaking off the buzz last night's liquor left

Being cool is such a chore to hold, a desperately needed job, logic loss is mine

There he goes running, ranting, raving naked through the streets in my head

I'm so interesting to me

I'm so interesting to me

I don't know God, the shadows of angels they often passing me while demons constantly harass my artic arteries

Like Susan Smith, a part of me addicted to the slaughtering

Colder than mamas drowning their babies in the beauty of Spring

So sick of the grind pushing the tears, depression for years

They're serenading me, I'm plugging my ears

It's so odd I can't remember being born but I know without a doubt John F. Kennedy existed

What caused, what caused it all and where did that stem from

Etcetera etcetera, retarded kids are happier than me and Einstein They're the chosen few, the blessed

Everything's an omen and ignorance is bliss

Knowledge is responsibility

My conscience is a Christian stripper

Sobriety only puts insanity in order

Sorta kinda interesting to me

I'm so interesting to me

I don't know God, the shadows of angels they often passing me while demons constantly harass my artic arteries

Like Susan Smith, a part of me addicted to the slaughtering

Colder than mamas drowning their babies in the beauty of Spring

So sick of the grind pushing the tears, depression for years

They're serenading me, I'm plugging my ears

In the shadows of my mind, I go

I hear a voice, is it me, is it you, is it myself

I wander darkened passageways

And fade fade fade away

And the light escaping and vanish existence

Misery is just yet but a beautiful portrait on this place

I am neither like you nor like myself, we are all...

Speaking retarded languages, hanging with anguishes

Arraigned from here to Bangladesh, found strangled at his home address

Brooks nothing less than self inflicted injuries

Hanging my throat on memories, dodging government inquiries You hurt for weeks, I hurt for centuries

Guess it was meant to be, I got no privacy

Peep the police blip, Atlanta Marshal Law got me on camera fucking the commissioner's daughter

Uneven style, I roll with plankton in the low profile, slapping bitches nautical miles

Drunk peaking on crystal meth, Hydro chlorine

Fuck Crystal, give me proof 180

I'm full of so much coke that you could weigh me

Looking at Mestophales in the vanity mirror

Snorting a quarter ki' on the dresser but still, nothing's clearer

I never known companions, getting fucked like the Indians was by the Spaniards

Deception coming standard on the veranda, I drive three hours to the beach

And walk back in the sea returning to originality, Fuck!