Storm Chaser

(album: Southern Discomfort - 2000)

And breathin's overrated
Stormchasing and its getting later
I used to love her, now I hate her
Shes a brain-raider, falling in a crater of lost memories
I'm so out of hand that I don't even fuck with me

I'm going tripping drunk and slipping
Sleeping in ditches, switching prescriptions
Banging a random whore and itching
I don't give a flying feces
I ain't one with the human species
Slapping the nurse, trying to up my cc's

I fall apart, take all my pain, turn it to art
Blowing up a K-mart and blame it all on Mozart
Fuck, I'm surprised I got a deal
Every two hours I take a pill
That's where I'm at, it's all surreal

I got imaginary friends, an imaginary life
An imaginary wife and a real knife
Outta here by next weekend
Hung over on a dresser with my brain leaking

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery

I think I'm losing my mind
I'm whacked out on jack and blacked out
Trapped in a crack house full of d-d-doubt
I got guilt to the hilt, I fight tears and fears, been out for ten years
Hit a big bump up off the mirror

Find me at www dot, I came to trouble you dot
Come here mothafucka, take your best shot
Suicidal, got a lot of demons to fight
I'll probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle

I feel abused to lose the blues, I'll bring my booze
I'm in the who's who's and dope fees
And floozies in the land and preparing for news
These niggas are never choosy
The morning sun is like a sledgehammer to the forehead

And I'm barely here, look in the mirror every day
And slowly disappear, been through a million
And 67 emotions in my short career
Riddles I fear, staggered out in the street
And fall off a pier, aww fuck it

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery

My heartbeat is racing, even though I'm standing
Still I can't stop stormchasing
I stole a shell casing, so close to overdose
The light of day hurts my eyes
Wishing my death to be a surprise

My life should be more than four walls and a floor
But thats all that is mine, God give me a sign
'Cause I'm trying and dying at the same time
I'm not hesitating, just waiting

Heck yeah, coming with a flurry
And like the spice up in you throat
I get you choking like that curry
Something 'bout the police and them lights
That get me worried, made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry

Flying from the spirits, so I got a story
The dude that taught me how to rap was Ray Murray
It's all a can, still its filled with no glory
Top the killer red out at 2:30

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery