Slugs

(альбом: Oblivion Access - 2015)

You got sativa, ignite it
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming 'bout a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax, then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and you'll stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city, get me fucking fifty acres

Slugs are just snails without shells
The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed
But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell
With giants throwing salt all on their people, can't consider them frail
Spit vinegar in sour times, live under the power lines
I'm just a bag of tumors full of alkaline
All you do is carve them out and sew up any abscess
Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets
Backseat driving, passenger traveling, bumming a ride in my own brain
Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine
Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein
Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I'm shackled and cuffed and restrained
How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain?
All of the time I spent hoping to change, just an obsession with stoking the flames
Haunted, something hovers over me, I feels it's breath
The skeletal projection of accumulated stress

You got sativa, ignite it
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming 'bout a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax, then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and you'll stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city, get me fucking fifty acres
Got sativa, ignite it
World stiff as arthritis
Dreaming 'bout a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens
Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless
Sitting on my throne, I'm alone in the silence
First hit the wax, then you exhale the vapor
Economies collapse and you'll stack just some paper
Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces
Rather burn down the city, get me fucking fifty acres