Due to lack of rest, and prolonged abuse, your body will shut down in 24 hours. |
Your eyes produce no moisture You've been awake too long Thoughts trampede like hurricanes Of actions you knew were wrong Theres a bit of lack of self control & Forgotten self-respect It triggers you to crave that burn That rushes you to quit All your friends are sleeping now Yeah everyone is gone Theres nothing but them hurricanes Haunting you along You smoke another cigarette You chase it with a shot But nothing seems to satisfy That craving that you've got The sun is comming out now And that just ticks you off You have'nt seen your bed in days You're body's as stiff as a rock You have to go to work today Saying everthing will be okay Its something you dodo a lot But keep up at this rate & Your body is sure to rot Paranoia is now bringing you You're unproductive thoughts You're hands are cold You're skin is pale Your eyes are sinking in This is what we call the good times! We hope they never end! Your avoiding confrontation & Blowing people off Your hands are in your pockets now To make the shaking stop You say that there all watching you But there really not Them hurricanes are picking At your very scrambled thoughts You say another burn will do The thought just gets you hot There goes that damned hurricane Turning your thoughts to burned crops |