___ Sometimes My brain is a fuckin’ wasteland And it's hard for me to face it I don't get out of bed I've lost all control of myself Sleeping with the TV on The world is ending and I'm gone Man I know that I could be amazin’ But I'm too caught up in escapism Chasin’ them nightmares on days end It’s the rut, the fog, the phase I'm in Is it my world slip-slip-slippin’ Or just the fan spin-spin-spinnin’ My fuckin’ head, sick-sick-sickening Stuck inna whirlwind, drift-drift-driftin’ It's been another thirty hours So long without a minute gone by The screen could be the new god Or no god at all Man I know that I could be amazin’ But I'm too caught up in escapism Chasin’ them nightmares on days end It’s the rut, the fog, the phase I'm in Is it my world slip-slip-slippin’ Or just the fan spin-spin-spinnin’ My fuckin’ head, sick-sick-sickening Stuck inna whirlwind, drift-drift-driftin’ That ceiling fan My super fan She says that it's a shame How much I hate the world But it's easier to complain Than to do anything about it So I won't so I won't so I won't I am a machine Hooked into all the bad things I have a nightmare That all those crutches Will someday go away But I am too hooked to care Man I know that I could be amazin’ But I'm too caught up in escapism Chasin’ them nightmares on days end It’s the rut, the fog, the phase I'm in Mmmm, what the fuck, ain't it grim Is it my world slip-slip-slippin’ Or just the fan spin-spin-spinnin’ My fuckin’ head, sick-sick-sickenin’ Stuck inna whirlwind, drift-drift-driftin’ ___
