RABBIT HOLE


2X sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
popping and smoking
and poking my sweet skin

no the party never stops on my clock
give me a line give me a shot
I just only feel alive when my heart pops like a jack in a box
Put a beat in a box and beam up like Scotty puffing moon rocks
Moon walking on earth like I don’t belong
Floating out of reality with all the drugs I’m on
Dancing with Alice as we tumble down the rabbit hole
Sharing coke with polar bears in the North pole
and the streets be like a dance floor when youv'e popped at least four
get to shaking like bacon in a seizure
cooking up an appetite I think I need more
can't afford to restore to heal my sores
just a lion in a cage roaring for a reward
so bored of this game on a board
I throw myself overboard looking to score
praying to drug lords preaching at corner store's
I want the cake and the change in the concession plate
I'm on a party train only stopping if it detonates
drowning in the debts I make in the depths of lake
where monsters shake bags of happiness before my eyes
they got me hooked I'm a fish with a dollar sign
Life's a rollercoaster and I enjoy the high's
catch me digging with a key in a snowy mine
I can't see clearly I got snowy mind

4X sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
popping and smoking
and poking my sweet skin

can't learn from my own lessons
wasn't baptized I have no blessings
why pray? When I don't know who I'm addressing
stretching my depression
popping pills like breath mints
to cut the tension without bringing the pain to attention
time for me to go in another direction
I'm leaving this world for a better dimension
injecting Mic check 1, 2 testing
drenched in poison is my aura
without my medicine life's horror
My energy is anti solar - my soul is so far from its holder
tell the coroner he can find me in any rooms corner
teleporting to space’s vast corridor
with a tinfoil hat and a tape recorder
this is your alienated galactic reporter
coming to you live from Pandora
just short of a quarter of a court order
I’m a sorcerer at the source like an oiler
diving in oceans of potions
following omens that are fatally potent
reciting poems of a puzzled life with broken components
breaching out of hell trough an outer body deployment
find me sky walking over to paradise for a moment
turning torment to enjoyment
at times I wonder if I die! would anyone notice?

sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
popping and smoking
and poking my sweet skin
sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
popping and smoking
and poking my sweet skin
sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
sniffing and drinking and
mixing my juice in
popping and smoking
and poking my sweet skin