I let myself rot, get stuck in ruts so I'll feel better on the flip-side
I have the lowest low it'll just make the most average high better for my
Inhalation of your pollution that purifies my heart
My demons found a gate to reconcile with my mind, save me nitrous-oxide
I string along adiabatic
Even though my head can turn to a match lit
I'm deprived of sleep; I can't feel my mattress
So, I rely on help of the barbiturates
My self-pity's become a tycoon of bottled up reasons to cry
Why does everyone feel the need to claim their bodies are starting to die?
I can't even look down without someone's glare giving me a sty
I swear I don't know how to feel, when I'm always low and never high
If only the world knew what I said was induced
If only they knew my cranium's an ocean with deep trench waves too
If only the math of opinions would add up to subdivision
So everyone could be the same with no space for having visions
I string along adiabatic
Even though my head can turn to a match lit
I'm deprived of sleep; I can't feel my mattress
So, I rely on help of the barbiturates
Poison doesn't seem to be too bad
I hang on the edge by a blade of grass
I've forgot the sensation of being sad
Nitrous-oxide, in my mind
In my mind