my ideas like highs
they come and they go
it seems i´ve forgotten what i need to know
i feel i´m wasting time at night when i sleep
someone so shallow thats in so deep
so i pitch the holes that yet haven´t appeared
compeltely blinded but things are so clear
i know just what to do but why the fuck should i bother
i´m content sitting at the right hand of our father
fuckin a is all i got to say
give me peace of mind adn i´ll be on my way
i was born into this world and i don´t know why
so all i´m doings passing time befroe i die