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 that's in so deep
so i patch the holes that yet haven't appeared
completely 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 and i'll be on my way
i was born into this world and i don't know why
so all i'm doing's passing time before i die