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I need to kill some time |
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I need to turn off my mind |
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[Psychosomatic auditory hallucinations, most people have to pay for such a thing] |
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Slowly I start to realize |
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We're all defective by design |
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The drugs don't work to hide the hurt |
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The fear, the worry, the desperation |
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Don't try to understand |
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Nothing to comprehend |
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You live your life in doubt and I think you're better dead |
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A thoughtless deviation |
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Decline into the vein |
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Two minutes of elation before it kills the brain |
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[Switch] |
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I need to kill some time |
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I need to turn off my mind |
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Just need to kill some time |
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Just need to turn off my mind |
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Alter perception with self discretion |
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And leave you in this state of isolation |
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Too many drugs in too little time |
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Side effects of excess |
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The broken TV mind |
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Just wash away in the waves of static |
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Ignore the fact that you've become an addict |
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Don't try to understand it |
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Nothing to comprehend it |
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Sit back, relax and fade away (x2) |
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[There's a difference between putting a stop to something and smashing it to death with a sledgehammer] |
