Sinking in a couch
wrapping your thoughts on
wonders beyond your mind
hearing your gears begin to grind
before you know it you're split in half
cleaning your mind in a colorful bath

Sinking your life away
running from your wrath
what a fucking stash
you even toke when you're in whiplash

Times up
time to go
speed up
it's kind of slow
before you leave
to become a thief
before you tear at the seem
scan your littered mind for something clean