98% of life is pure discomfort
Laways on the lockout for
Mind altering spectables
I try to move
I try to hide
But my hands are tied up
No way I'll improve

Got to keep up my delirium
Got to keep m nihilistic
Way of life true

Force my hands
Through the mist
First priority
As a clench my fists
I try to breathe
I try to feel
But my hands are tied
No way I'll improve

Got to keep up my delirium
Got to keep m nihilistic
Way of life true

That's the last of me you've
Got it in your pain
Your safe surroundings
Bores me to death
I'm blessed with the
Art of self implotion
My fuse burns faster
That even before

My - fuse - burns - faster

Drenched in hypedermic
Lustfull sensation
That nowadays seldom come