Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Where do we go from here? I don't know
Like, I have no clue where I am right now
It almost feels like, like I'm in outer space
I haven't reached this level of dissociation before
It's like I'm out of my body, but I'm staring at my body
I'm watching it move but I'm not here
I want to go back but I really don't
Eh, I guess a break from earth would do me some good
It's kind of trash here anyways
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
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Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Where do we go from here? I don't know
Like, I have no clue where I am right now
It almost feels like, like I'm in outer space
I haven't reached this level of dissociation before
It's like I'm out of my body, but I'm staring at my body
I'm watching it move but I'm not here
I want to go back but I really don't
Eh, I guess a break from earth would do me some good
It's kind of trash here anyways
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Where do we go from here? I don't know
Like, I have no clue where I am right now
It almost feels like, like I'm in outer space
I haven't reached this level of dissociation before
It's like I'm out of my body, but I'm staring at my body
I'm watching it move but I'm not here
I want to go back but I really don't
Eh, I guess a break from earth would do me some good
It's kind of trash here anyways
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Bag full of powder, thoughts unfocused
Losing all my pride, pray to God they don't notice
Pain in my eyes, when I'm fried, I'm a locust
Take hit, and stride, scrape the lines 'til I'm croaking
Writer: Warrick Dawsey
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