Despair! Lyrics

Something like it
Some like it sickly sweet and others like it spicy
Make it caffeinated
Make it vaporized or activated
Combusted or fermented
We want ethanol and nicotine
We want serotonin endorphin dopamine
We want stimulation intervene
We want less a valley in between
the peaks

It's the sleep all day
But the way our dreams are shaping up we gotta find a different way to get some rest
At our best when we are helping
Try to keep the body healthy


Yeah here's to feeling like its something soon
That's gonna come around and prove my inkling of impending doom
People tell me bout a green cheese moon
People tell me I should cc soon
But I keep me room
And I eat me Shrooms
Not magic
Vitamins to keep me moving
An addict
Feed us each teaspoons of madness
With this heat treat gloom I've had it
Wanna meet me tomb but actually
Wanna keep going to a time when my minds figured out
When I silence this ugly inside my sinus and mouth
When I find a reduction of the sighing and shouts
What am I even rhyming about?

I'd say nothing like the potato but they know I'd be nano Adam
If it would help with despair oh just a pair of atoms
If I've ever had a care about my hair or stature
That'll pass as a mammal
And enamel is a panel of oil companies on global warming
I don't wanna alarm you
But they're gonna destroy it even more
In cahoots with the hippie galoot with a flute in my dome piece
Sitting in my nose reach
Inhale slowly
Burnt tobacco leaves
Circus act gloating
Cuz they won again
MOTHERFUCKER BITCH
IF I DON'T GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET SOON THEN IMMA FLIP
ONE SIDE TELLING ME THAT IM A PIECE OF SHIT
Other side promise just want one single cigarette
Single cigarette
Just one more cigarette
In the back of my mind, a television set

Civil with the hatred
Fiddle with the aces
Assimilate the sacred
Grinning with the ashes sizzle smoke in a griddle over flame pit
Trouble imitating faces
Stagnation gold plated
Oh no

Kibble for survival
Right hand dinner on the bible
A picture of the title of an alien cookbook I don't have the supplies for
Who's got time for
Blues on tightrope
Sitting watch the tube and I go
Oh no

Another thing
A bad day is only a plot twist around the corner
Dramatic music and I'm cold as ice like foreigner
Stormier days were sure seen before me
But I seen cloud cover from jersey to long beach
It's a problem.
Or do I see through the haze of depression?
End the song with a question