It's time to set myself into a dazeFall back into habits i can’t breakCadence of pressures monotoneBut the grip lets goWhen your blood’s hydrocodoneMy bloods fucked upMy guts, fucked upAnd my head's fucked upBut god, i gotta be fucked upSomething's telling me to blank againThat pains intenseFilling voids up with voids againKeeps the paranoid at bay, i guessI'm letting time and money go to waste againI wish i haven’t beenBut here i am againSo pull me inI’m gonna set myself into a daze againFall back into habits i can’t breakNow what then?I keep getting caught in fires i stokedBut the burns go coldWhen your blood’s hydrocodoneMy bloods fucked upMy guts, fucked upAnd my head's fucked upBut god, i gotta be fucked upBut the words come homeWhen you're blood's hydrocodoneMy bloods fucked upMy guts, fucked upAnd my head's fucked upBut god, i gotta be fucked up
