God's Bathroom Floor

Head, pressure, senses, clutch
 Date, divinity, wouldn't fuck
 Touched, hazy, God, change
 Rush, floor, life, veins
 Head, pressure, senses, clutch
 Date, divinity, wouldn't fuck
 Touched, hazy, God, change
 Rush, floor, life
 From a head full of pressure
 Rests 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
 From a head full of pressure
 Rests 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 Dianetics
 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
 From a (head) full of (pressure)
 Rests the (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)
 And caught a (rush) on the (floor) from the (life) in my (veins)
 I'm catching ulcers from the childproof lighters
 And all of these fine-toothed biters
 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, I'll call him back
 Soon as I resume normal, and get out of this bathroom
 And call management to seek some reimbursement
 For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits
 From a head full of pressure
 Rests 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
 Head full of pressure
 Rests the senses that I clutch
 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
 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 UA tracin'
 Blind my insight and dull the common sense
 Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
 Built a tolerance, now it's more that I consume
 And when it boards up my room
 The world's whores will croon in unison
 Unify the eulogy
 Autopsy pages read euthanasia 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 the floor, God's got nice tile
 Tell Jacob Miles keep that shit wild-style
 And I'll smile, and check the floor
 God's got nice tile
 From a head full of pressure
 Rests the senses that I clutch
 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
 From a (head) full of (pressure)
 Rests the (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)
 Head, pressure, senses, clutch
 Date, divinity, wouldn't, fuck
 Touched, hazy, God, changed
 Rush, floor, life