Woah, we clamber up the spine
And no, don't allocate the time
The plaid marked flowers reach sustainable heights
And reach to the sky
Come down the rabbit hole

Wallowing, around the sewer
Don't know why I choose to hang with losers
It's suspect that we are even alive
Tin paper and liquid confusion
Leaks the colors through all this pollution
Don't try to fight, you have been paralyzed

Woe is me, you know I bleed
But always for the wrong reasons
Woe is me, you know I need
Little more, a little of the chemicals

Swallowing, my self prescription
Don't know how I can shake this addiction
Anything that keeps the voices at bay
Needing something, to stop the itching
Take the high road, don't stop the twitching
I just need something, something to get away

Woe is me, you know I bleed
But always for the wrong reasons
Woe is me, you know I need
Little more, a little of the chemicals

More speed

Wishy washy
Kick away the stones
Picking pockets
Can't ever be alone
Severe disinterest
Always breaking bones
Learning lessons
Time to burn the tomes
This criminal, this criminal
This criminal, this criminal

I'm not fit for mass production
So bent on self destruction
Don't follow that platinum rabbit you criminal

I'm an alien
I'm in orange I'm in black
I'm just itching for a heart attack
This criminal, this criminal
This criminal's gone too far