Dragged down a drop of water
To my head 'cause I'm feeling nervous
This cool acidic temp is feeling right
I can get it
You can drink a gla** of conscious
But the eyes won't scratch the surface
In the time it takes to rearrange
All of the sighs gone undetermined
Stay out of the tropic lame
Everything is a misfortune
They pissed on the punk rock grave
You should shave your head in shame
I can't hear myself
X'ed out and it's always universally accepted
Maybe it's the theater of the mind or it's not that
I think about thinking about it a waste of time
You can have deliverance or disappear if you don't deserve it
Stay out of the tropic lame
Everything is a misfortune
They pissed on the punk rock grave
You should shave your head in shame
Something in the air
Makes it harder to inhale
So hard
Head is feeling tense
And it's harder to make sense
So hard
Maybe if I rest
I can try to hear myself
Got bored of salting all the slimy things you thought of
Now you wish the headache was a design not a problem
Shamed
Shave it
Shamed
Shave it
There's a new reality in the grime that is on the surface
Stay out of the tropic lame
Everything is a misfortune
They pissed on the punk rock grave
You should shave your head in shame