Bath Salts

Hey, I'm feeling okay, it's good 'Cause lately I've been feeling so strange Like I've been re-arranged, changed And these voices The ones that I can hear in my head Oh, these fellas are telling me that I'd be better off dead They're painting me red, oh Hey And lately, it's been getting harder to sleep These muscle spasms hit me so deep And every single night I get cold Like I can't feel my hands or my toes And no one told me which way to go I know, but I'm still here, so Why don't you pour me another one, Kyle? Hey Why can't I come down? Oh I'm so cold again, can't feel my face again, no My patience is wearing thin 6 a.m., there goes the moon I feel like death is coming soon, and oh All I wanna do is fuckin' sleep Nothing flashed before my eyes, yeah No pretty angels, no bright lights All I saw was the devil's soul And it looked a hell of a lot like my own Oh