Traveling in s***e like a cosmonaut.
Requesting signals or just signaling stop.
I hold my breath, I feel that sound.
Here it comes.
Here it comes now.
Head down.
Burning up, I'm ready now.
x**xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I already said it.
Call back the medic.
I'm sick of feeling copacetic.
I pull it all together.
Drag my tires through the mud.
I'm picking through the pieces with my brain exploding.
Swept the night away.
Roll the car to safety.
Made the x** mistake.
God and Jesus saves.
x**
x**
x**x these revolutionary days.
The record of my time.
Plays better in rewind.
These unforgiving tired lines.
Staring at me, migraine s***-eating.
Crashing this point home now.
Out of my mouth, totally controlled.
x**xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I already said it.
Send back the medic.
I'm sick of feeling copacetic.
I pull myself together.
Drag my tires through the mud.
I'm picking through the pieces with my brain exploding.
Swept the night away.
Roll the car to safety.
Made the x** mistake.
God and Jesus saves.
Another sweet and sickening thing.
From my open mouth, full of cavities.
The lazy morning sun will cast it's light across my shadow.
It's all I got left: now it's s*** production.
When all of this is taken from me.
You can't find me, sell me, beat me, break me.
It's all in my letter to the higher ups.
Get f*****.
Requesting signals or just signaling stop.
I hold my breath, I feel that sound.
Here it comes.
Here it comes now.
Head down.
Burning up, I'm ready now.
x**xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I already said it.
Call back the medic.
I'm sick of feeling copacetic.
I pull it all together.
Drag my tires through the mud.
I'm picking through the pieces with my brain exploding.
Swept the night away.
Roll the car to safety.
Made the x** mistake.
God and Jesus saves.
x**
x**
x**x these revolutionary days.
The record of my time.
Plays better in rewind.
These unforgiving tired lines.
Staring at me, migraine s***-eating.
Crashing this point home now.
Out of my mouth, totally controlled.
x**xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I already said it.
Send back the medic.
I'm sick of feeling copacetic.
I pull myself together.
Drag my tires through the mud.
I'm picking through the pieces with my brain exploding.
Swept the night away.
Roll the car to safety.
Made the x** mistake.
God and Jesus saves.
Another sweet and sickening thing.
From my open mouth, full of cavities.
The lazy morning sun will cast it's light across my shadow.
It's all I got left: now it's s*** production.
When all of this is taken from me.
You can't find me, sell me, beat me, break me.
It's all in my letter to the higher ups.
Get f*****.