It's the last pill until the next one
Mental landfill, sanitarium
I'd crawl right out of my skin but I got nowhere to go
A worm just needs his dirt and a vein for blood to flow
It's the last hit until the next one
A thirsting of the arm, craving oblivion
I'd crawl right out of my skin but I got nowhere to go
A worm just needs his dirt and a vein for blood to flow