The clock is laughing in my face
My sense is dulled
No rest for crosstops in my mind
My face is numb
My mind is set on overdrive
And still I try
My mouth is dry
On my own here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
On my own here we go
My mouth is dry
A crooked spine
On my own here we go
My face is numb
Dried up and bulging out my skull
As time ticks by
Fucked up and spun out in my room
Dried up and bulging out my skull
Fucked up and spun out in my room
Passed the point of delirium