Atmosphere: God's bathroom floor

(Slug): Head, pressure, senses, clutched Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck Touched, hazy, God, change Rush, floor, life, veins Chorus: From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins (Slug): It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it Five for your love, and six for the stress And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess CHORUS (Slug): I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep Thorns got ????????? got it tagged too deep Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal And get out of this bathroom And call management to seek some reimbursement For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits CHORUS (Slug): So fuck needles, fuck smoke Fuck lines that make the sinus choke Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails Fuck hang-overs, fuck hallucinations Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing Blind my insight and dull the common sense Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony But here I be within a pool of my drool Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style I promise I'll smile And check the floor, God's got nice tile Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style And I'll smile And check the floor, God's got nice tile CHORUS (Slug): Head, pressure, senses, clutched Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck Touched, hazy, God, change Rush, floor, life, veins