I’m feeling kinda high again, fighting this leviathan.
My mind’s eye flies from the place that I am lying in.
Try to get by running dry from my supply again,
But the guy that I buy from won’t reply, it’s not surprising.
SO I head the off license for cigs and tonic wine and I find a bag of
Grime I forgot to take last night.
Aw, shit, the M-Cats out of the bag again,
Instead of writing lines I am sat in and i’m racking them,
I chase white lines that erase my mind, but it’s safe cause I’m blazed and
I’ll take my time.
Man, in this lifetime, you gotta live it up,
So I’m calling up my mates and we’re heading to the club.
Now I’m in a muddle, befuddled and fucked up,
Find me punch drunk in a puddle of young bloods.
Man, this club’s full of dumb cunts,
I think I need another one.
Get ready for the drop, cause I think we’re going under son.
As long as i’m shitfaced, as long as I’m blazed,
As long as I’m gone for days,
Yeah, whatever it takes, to get me out of this place,
This monotonous maze,
Where the rain paints pictures in 50 shades of grey.
Obscenities stutter out from my gutter mouth,
I don’t wanna raise the roof, I wanna burn this fucker down.
I was chatting to this girl but I never got her number, now-
I’m standing outside and I’m starting to wonder how-
-I’m gonna get home.
Batteries gone on my phone;
And I spent all I had on this big bag of ‘Drone.
Now there’s someone I know,
From a long time ago, says he’s having a party
And it’s just down the road.
Man, I’ve seen sense once but I haven’t seen it since.
So I’m like: “Safe, just show me where it is.”
When we get to the place,
And he opens he gates,
All I see is demons with snarls on their face.
Now I’m thinking they’re getting hungry and they’re looking at me.
So I’m heading to the door like I got somewhere to be.
But there’s the girl from the club, and she hands me a key.
So I take another dunt and suddenly I see.
Fed naked to the flames,
It’s running through my veins,
I’m feeling like my whole worlds twisted and deranged.
I can’t seem to see staright, I’m slipping from my brain.
Man, this melancholy holiday is driving me insane.
Got nothing left to say, there’s nowhere else to go.
There’s nothing I can do, I am losing my composure.
I am so sure I’m disgusting, thinking that I’ve lost the plot,
Coughing up these gobs of snot,
Rushin’ and spaced like a cosmonaut,
I wanna stop, these walls from spinning
And my ears from ringing.
While the room keeps revolving,
I’m looking for a deep dark hole that I can crawl in, i’m falling.
I’ve nearly reached the bottom of this pit,
A long lost abyss,
Where the walls whisper words of all the chances that I’ve missed.
It’s the flicking of the switch, the turning of the screw.
Reality is calling and I’m hanging up on you---
released April 19, 2016
Vocals: Red King
Mixed/Mastered: Jack Freegard