nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head.

Close your eyes and try count to seven,
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're so beautiful..

I'm coming down from the drugs
and that seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.

screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories...of hospitals and jails and wars,

when i think more than i want to think
i do things i never should do.
i drink much more than i ought to drink
because it brings me back you...