Lyrics

dialing 911, aint no answer, imaginary prophecies, a sickness they will call faith. I bought the ticket, I took the ride, I talked to jesus in the trees, as spiders licked my eyeballs. spill your blood like cherry cool aid. food for the dogs, you're cherry cool aid. abandonment, she's my best friend, a healthy dose of sickness, always leads me to a new cliff. I like to jump off, and try to float, a cigarette a day, will keep them dirty doctors at bay. i think i'm ready, give me the hit, my tiny cells are charged, they're ready to commit. (chamberlain)