Martin Grice - Opiate Farse



In the backyard on a swing
Everyone else is sleeping
As the smoke filling
I probably shouldn’t be breathing
My body’s weak I can’t stand still
As the blood shoots through my eyes
As I’m dancing on the ground

Please don’t tell my mom I’m high

Lock me out of the sound
Oh, just kill me now

"Don’t consume the plant, it’ll kill your ambition"
He said as I was floating above the ceiling
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Please don’t tell my mom I’m high

Just get it out
Just pull it out
I've lost what I’ve found
I can’t find up or down
I’m freaking out
I’m tweaking out
Just kill me now

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