Cranial Infestation

My manic world collides With the day your head spins questions Hurled right to my side Frantic! Desperate, for a song to hide I, I just need a pause Body feeds itself I'm eating basic meat to sustain the day's work Nicotine and weed to fuel the next shift In need of changes Physical rearrangement Tossed the vile, but more restricted Truth's dead I will always be addicted Tossed the vile, but more restricted Truth's dead I will always be addicted I grow weary of, weary of my phone; if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! I grow weary of, weary of my phone; if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety! Trivial but true, parasite of the brain Draining my body Draining my body of its dirty blood Calls, questions and incoming mail My future, my present and the end of the world My fix and cigarette, my song and band Son, daughter, sister, suicide Second chance at life Blame! This blame is rampant! Obsessions of all kinds Obsessions of all kinds This blame is rampant! Your brain was so simple, flipped off with a snap I'm reading you wrong, neck's hard to grasp --- Cranial Infestation - Wretched