God's Bathroom Floor

[Intro] x2 Head, pressure, senses, clutch Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck Touched, hazy, God, change Rush, floor, life, veins [Hook x2] From a head full of pressure rest the senses that I clutch Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins [Verse 1] It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your Dianetics Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it Five for your love, and six for the stress And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm catching ulcers from the childproof lighters And all these fine-tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter I'm tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep Floors got shifted since the high, got a tad too deep Ask Dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal And get out of this bathroom And call management to seek some reimbursement For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits [Hook] [Verse 3] So fuck needles, fuck smoke Fuck lines that make the sinus choke Fuck chasers, trails, fuck raves and rails Fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing Blind my insight and dull the common sense Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume it When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, i.e. irony But here I be within a pool of my drool Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style I'll promise I'll smile And check the floor, God's got nice tile Tell Jacob Miles to keep that shit wild style And I'll smile And check the floor, God's got nice tile [Hook] Head, pressure, senses, clutched Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck Touched, hazy, God, change Rush, floor, life...