Hollow and empty
life or is it me?
Look, I'm going sallow,
is this just a dream?

Transparant like glass
filled with base intent.
Someone call the hospital,
I think I'm gonna trip.

as my skin turns yellow
as I breathe it in
as my face turns pale
and my eyes are bruised...

Common misconseption
just ignore the shakes.
Where was that direction,
feel my braincells bake.

Look, a line, a stash, yeah
I'm going on overdrive!
One more gram, one little hit,
I'll OD and die.

as my skin does crawl
as I push it in
as my goes dry
and my brain is fused...

10/07/2007