Ground control
     to impulse control
          are you in control?

What's your frequency?
     Whats your vibration?

Your resonation
     has resigned
          from the radar

Too many astral planes crashing
     Lost like a sacrifice
          to the island
          of isolation

My mind's a loaded weapon

Too many triggers
     to finger
     BANG
     temptation

This is lust
     for little deaths
          of inspiration

This is dreams of debauchery
     This is the self-prescribed
     nightmare of reality

Waking up to hangovers
     from a rope
          in the basement