I'm jumping off the deep end, my mind is bent

Where when the fuck do I start, where to even begin

Give me a line, pill, smoke, or a drink

These are my tools for self destruction

And yeah it's a shame that I'm not quite the same

For this fine line I walk between real and insane

It's no game, it's no lie, it's no fucking charade

This is life, this is real, this is love, this is pain

I get a

No satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs

What is mind over matter, all that matters is the drugs

I get a

Strange feeling when I see my own face

Yeah I feel like I see the pieces all out of place

So what if

If nothing matters, why am I still afraid?

Still having to lay down in the mess that I made

So what if

If this is real, why do I feel made up?

Why do I still get the feeling that I gotta wake up?

I know that this'll kill me

Yeah this road is way to steep

Dropping under me with

Every passing day

Ah the creepin crawlin crazy

It'll never let me sleep

Coming closer every

Time I turn away

Every time that I turn away

Slit your throat a thousand times along the highway

Patient souls among millions, the face of wisdom

The inner city's children have hearts of spades

And with their clubs they could steal the world's diamonds

So can ya

Can you tell me where am I supposed to look

I got eyes that won't settle and a mind that's been shook

So can ya

Can you tell me how to look like I'm fine?

Can you chop it up and sell it, can you drown it with wine?

I got a

Strange notion that I may not exist

I am unlikely to be real the more I realize this

I gotta

Make my peace with the snails and the slugs

I get no satisfaction over steppin’ on bugs

I know that this'll kill me

Yeah this road is way to steep

Dropping under me with

Every passing day

Ah the creepin crawlin crazy

It'll never let me sleep

Coming closer every

Time I turn away

Every time that I turn away