#xtc bars

[da47nny]

[2nims]

I've been smoking drugs

drinking, wasting time

I've been lonely been getting high

on my lonesome own again

My eyes are red and everybody I know

is screaming at me to just go to bed

If it's not that, these gronks are saying "go away, don't want to be your friend"

50/50 never stalling, grinding,

flipping kicks, skatin rolling, sliding out

Skecth the five o, eyes out for the red

hectic blues, yelling off my head

I ask my misses all time, I insist yeah,

I tell her not to go nd phone my friends

I'm talking to the walls withdrawing, itching, puffing and surely

smoking shard through broken pens

In my my thoughts

I got Creepy Spider men

and they're forming webs

it gets hard when I pretend

I don't hear any of these suicidal thoughts within my faded, broken head

But lately I'm a slave to pot and rock

maybe that's why I'm just over life

and feel depressed

Either way I'll chase the demons in my demented brain

And try to speak the truth to withered spitits, do I seem insane?

I've been punching kicking

shop windows in the street again

Getting banned, cause I'm going off because all I see is me in pain

It's getting weird

Weirder than the person is

unless she's here

I never fall in pressure

for respect to earn

is what dirty your head'll fear

Sinking shitty beer,

I'm so far in, in the middle,

not close but far

and very distant from near

between I'm in,

I'm the middle man that swigs

A bottle of grotty gin with gear

And I dribble nitrous oxide

until my little bloodshot

eyeballs spin and tear

Popping nozzies in this delightful spinning worldy life we live and fear

My mind is full of nasty shit,

im mindful

My brain is full of dread

and cunts take the piss,

so I sink

into a desserted state of mind I think

of these simple cunts and silent bobs rocking Jays and uptowns but no 95s

man I think

everyman that be seeing

any random man about rabid dogs

Is turning strange and looking queer

[depressiver-junkie]

Ich liebe meine Drogen die Chemie in der Beziehung stimmt

Kann nicht mehr Ohne denn sie geben mir den 7. Sinn

Herzog, EHFD