Scene from The Departed-
(Nicholson, to dude sitting at bar) "Hey hows your mother?"
(Dude sitting at bar) "Oh, Shes on her way out."
(Nicholson) " We all are...Act accordingly"
My Favorite Atmosphere song, real old, only on the remastered overcast album.
Gods Bathroom Floor
head, pressure, senses, clutch
date, divinity, wouldn't fuck
touched, hazy, god change
rush floor life veins
from a head full of pressure
as the senses that i clutch
made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me fuck
i got touched by a hazy shade of god, help me change
caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
it goes:
one for the cannabis
and two for your diunetics
three for your reasoning
and four for those that try and get it
five for your love
and six for the stress
and seven for the day that i climbed into this mess
i'm catchin ulcers from the childproof lighters
and all of these fine-toothed fighters
that keep the wires in my head tighter
i'm tired out by the distances achieved walkin in my sleep
floors got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
ask Dad to keep cool ill call him back
as soon as i resume normal, and get out of this bathroom
and call management
seek some reimbursement
for the nerve endings that burn from the first case
from a head full of pressure
restless senses that i clutch
made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me fuck
i got touched by a hazy shade of god, help me change
caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
so fuck needles, fuck smoke, fuck lines that make the sinus choke
fuck chasers and trails, fuck raves and rails
fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations
regurgitations, mandatory sentences
and you wait tracing blind
by insight and dulled common sense
give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
built a tolerance now its more that i consume
and when it boards up my room the world's alls a groom in unison
unify the eulogy
autopsy pages read euthenasia i.e. irony
well here i be within a pool of my drool, sedated
windows dilated comatose life overdose
tell Jacob Miles keep it wild-style, I promise
i'll smile, and check your floor God's got nice tile
from a head full of pressure, restless senses that i clutch
i made a date with divinity but she wouldn't let me fuck
and i got touched by a hazy shade of god, help me change
caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
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