Brain Stew
I'm having trouble trying to sleepI'm counting sheep but running outAs time ticks byAnd still I tryNo rest for crosstops in my mindOn my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're going to bleedDried up and bulging out my skullMy mouth is dryMy face is numbFucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we goMy mind is set on overdriveThe clock is laughing in my faceA crooked spineMy sense dulledPassed the point of deliriumOn my own... here we go