作曲 : ACOT
 作词 : ACOT
I
Sip till I get
And
Feed acid to the children
Gold teeth grilling
I'm feeling
Fine
Smoke
Till I lose focus
So hopeless
Hope they don't notice
Psychosis
Is my prognosis
Better drop your whole life
If you wanna know why
Why i'm never outside
What it really feels like
Better make a life plan
Or you'll be a sad man
Living in a trash can
Like it was the last stand