POISON

Four in the morning The smell of ammonia The sound of a cop car wakes me up I'm feeling the poison I'm fearing the poison I'm paranoid and I'm covered in bugs I'm itchin' for something I'm itchin' for something I stumble around to the nearest AHHHH I'm feeling the poison I'm losing my vision I notice the shadows looking at me different And my head is spinning I wake up in a panic Stuffed in somebody's attic I'm praying to god they don't do much damage I'm feeling the poison I'm hearing the voices I tell em' to can it And I lose my balance Wake up with a concussion In some sort of dungeon And someone is tap dancing over to me I feel his presence And I'm feeling the poison I feel like I hear him but I cannot see I'm covered in critters And six legged creatures I'm itchin' for something Gnawing on my t-shirt It's just a delusion The end of the fuze The smell of ammonia And the taste of the fumes I feel like a bruise God I feel like a bruise I almost had it One fucked up calculation and now here I am Passed out on an unpaved road Mouth full of foam (full of foam) Ants picking at my skin I should've just quit I should've just walked away God I should've just walked away I...I hate you (Wait...wait no wait) If I wake up in the morning Wake up in the morning Wake up in the morning I'll wake up Hope I wake up in the morning Wake up in the morning Wake up in the morning And wake up If I wake up If I wake up I think I'm gonna make it I think I'm gonna make it I think I'm gonna make it again And then we're gonna make it And then we're gonna go to the store And we're gonna get a lot of things And I'm gonna feel good Feel good again We're gonna go and get a lot of things that are good for us And we're gonna feel good It's gonna be fun It's so fun I love it I think I'm gonna make it