Blue sky on the run
Another night has come undone
And there is nothing left to do
What have I become
I'm just a bag of scum
And it's got nothing to do with you
Moving these rubber limbs
Right through the bloody dawn
A nauseating yawn
I look obscurely drawn
Glancing at my own reflection
Gazing through a mirror front
While pissing on the lawn
It's such a delicate high
I keep on passing through
I feel as if I could die
After I take off my shoes
Something teased my guts
I developed a passion for drugs
It's my only residue
A door that remains shut
And a key that doesn't fit the spot
Ain't no reason for concern
It's such a delicate high
I keep on passing through
I feel as if I could die
After I take off my shoes
It's such a delicate high
I keep on passing through
I feel as if I could die
After I take off my shoes
