Driller k**er - ...andisconnecdead lyrics

Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red Fog, I?m not the only, timef**ed and lonely Thirst, no friend of mine, I?m E.T going wild Mushed, my piece of mind?s nowhere to find Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts Sleep, not mine to keep but f** knows I fought Cool, creative and damn collected? Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust... The return of the pleasant fog... I?m L.I.T.D