Blowing BZ On Base

# I.

Blowing BZ on base, getting faced

Strapped with #4 just in case, cuz shit gets crazy

I've been lazy eyed and hazy, fried as long as the day ends in Y

But I do try

# II.

To make it through my dark days

Unscathed with a smile on my face,

But shit gets laced with apathy and swallowed by the beast

I'm praying that I'm facing east

# III.

I'm spacing out with racing doubt. I'm pacing loud.

I made it out of the sauna with my karma intact

I made it 5 whole miles till I blew a flat

# IV.

Woke up on the ward floor, I'm not sure what for

I keep at this fight, I've long since lost sight

Of what's wrong and right, as black as this night

As sad as this song, it's gone on too long

# V.

So what the fucks wrong with me? Should I bathe in this caustic chemistry?

Am I made of anything but agony, you could have fooled me

I'm spastic and raggedy, I'm sure you'd agree

# VI.

On plastic they're bagging me when I finally leave

Bombastic, they're tagging me as finally deceased

I'm past it, I've had it up to here with this shit

I said I'd make a couple albums and then go split

# VII.

But then the sauce spilled all over my face and tits

And I woke up and all that I could write were hits

And I broke up with apathy and she was a bitch

I spoke up in traffic and got met with a fist