Body shaking ground moving red green blue colors receeding insides on fire head pulsating Assume the position drown in lost ambition drink it down throw it up same old **** different ******* visions
Swirling fast losing consciousness groove is thrown off now you gotta live with it all those thoughts pouring out like Kool-Aid All those fools pretending to listen to your tirade They're not your friend or your foe But it's the closest thing to love and comfort and contact that you'll ever know