Over hills and faraway, with loathsome pills I’ll probably stay
In creepy, grungy places, with abundant fucking lazy days
Turn a brain to waste, become a hasty stubborn prick
Went back to swigging Tanquerey, abducted by the mother ship
Another fricken stick up in the mud and don’t escape
From Nightmares & Dreamscapes, most fools won’t relate
Shouldn’t test your fate unless it’s absolutely necessary
Absolutely hundred proof excuse is it’s hereditary
Looking for some better berries, brewing new contraptions
New witch doctor methods for progressive interaction
A frightening concoction makes titans clash often
This tyrant with topspin takes naps in the coffin
While coughing up some hairballs, a pair of lungs, and organs
Now I can’t do shit as if I’ve just become a Mormon
The wasp’s nest is swarming; I’m cursed with The Shining
View UFO sightings, while riding the lightning

CHORUS

MY MINDS PLAYING TRICKS ON ME….AND OFTEN WANDERS
A MOTHERFUCKING GONER….THAT’S HEADED OFF YONDER
AINT GETTING ANY STRONGER…..WITH TWISTED REFLECTIONS
HITS FROM THE BONG….VICIOUS DISTANT PERCEPTION
WRIST SLIT INFECTIONS….THEY’RE UGLY AND GRUESOME
PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE…..AND NOT TOO CONCLUSIVE WHO’S TO SAY WHO’S WHO....WHEN IN THE ZONE BUT ZONED OUT
FOAMING OUT THE MOUTH….NOT SURE OF MY WHEREABOUTS


The walls are tearing down in this Barton Fink hotel
Looking like its Armageddon and I start to think oh well
Fuck it if I’m dying, might as well go out frying
And will not be relying on the prophecies of Mayans
You’re swallowed by the lions, gullible and losing battles
Fucked over and desperate like the characters in Babble
Connecting words like scrabble on the drunken daily travels
Dabble in the darkest shit that makes the cages rattle
Rock the boat baby or re-sink the Titantic
Re-think my whole life and make it anti-climatic
It wont be pragmatic, a fan of when it’s tragic
A grip of bad habits, and shits about to happen
Electrical static enhances the passion
When rapping no faction of action is lacking
I’m laughing and passing the spliff in rotation
The fans give a standing and blissfull ovation

CHORUS

A trouble making piece of shit as long as I remember
Left alone inside the home now by mid December
Hooligan endeavors, making families disappear
Slapping on some burning aftershave and screaming in the mirror
We got a problem child here, face your fears motherfucker
This diseased little jerk is a killing with a snow shoveller
Still been so stubborn that it’s rubbing off on others
Stash a grip of fucking drugs when ducking under covers
Summers been a bummer, left me paranoid and paralyzed
Back to thoughts of suicide it’s looking like its paradise
Point of no return, watch the world fucking burn
Looks like everything’s a blur, up in smoke, under the urn
Know what I mean Vern? …I’m a stern individual
Bipolar schizophrenic socio, with no residuals
Paint the grisly visual then flip into a psycho rage
Rip your bitches head off and then stick it in the microwave

CHORUS