PCP Wednesdays

Soundbite stimulant

Forty second euphoria

Boring

I need a joint, not a drink

I wanna fly

Come out and play

Don't be afraid of the brain

Be the author of the thought that you think

There's a snowman dying in the summer

Sharing a needle with his lover

I burn the silver spoon

I need to use

Metamorphosis under full moon

The relaxation of a relapse nation

Gotta be at Central Station by two

I saw it in her eyes

Her pupils ten miles wide

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

Relapse, repeat it

Sidewalk stimulant

Simulated euphoria

Boring

I need a bump or a sniff

(I'm way too high)

Come out and play

Don't be afraid of the brain

I'm the monster living under your sink

I'm dreaming

I'm beaming

I'm feeling like I need another rush

(Gimme it, gimme it, gimme it)

I'm not breathing

She's screaming

I think there's something evil in my cup

What is one to do with an inherited quality?

Diazepam driven doxology

I wanna be smoking PCP in the middle of the street on a Wednesday afternoon

(I've got the itch)

It's gripping onto me

There's somewhere I've gotta be

Discipline, over to you

(Don't be a bitch)

I wanna be smoking PCP in the middle of the street on a Wednesday afternoon

(I've got the itch)

It's gripping onto me

There's somewhere I've gotta be

Discipline, over to you

(Don't be a bitch)

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

Relapse, repeat it

New rush, I need it

New rush, I need it

"And that was 'PCP Wednesdays' by Dregg Music in E harmonic minor

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