Tropic Lame

Dragged down a drop of water
 To my head 'cause I'm feeling nervous
 This cool acidic temp is feeling right
 I can get it
 You can drink a glass of conscious
 But the eyes won't scratch the surface
 In the time it takes to rearrange
 All of the sighs gone undetermined
 Stay out of the tropic lame
 Everything is a misfortune
 They pissed on the punk rock grave
 You should shave your head in shame
 I can't hear myself
 X'ed out and it's always universally accepted
 Maybe it's the theater of the mind or it's not that
 I think about thinking about it a waste of time
 You can have deliverance or disappear if you don't deserve it
 Stay out of the tropic lame
 Everything is a misfortune
 They pissed on the punk rock grave
 You should shave your head in shame
 Something in the air
 Makes it harder to inhale
 So hard
 Head is feeling tense
 And it's harder to make sense
 So hard
 Maybe if I rest
 I can try to hear myself
 Got bored of salting all the slimy things you thought of
 Now you wish the headache was a design not a problem
 Shamed
 Shave it
 Shamed
 Shave it
 There's a new reality in the grime that is on the surface
 Stay out of the tropic lame
 Everything is a misfortune
 They pissed on the punk rock grave
 You should shave your head in shame