nervous breakdown, blood on the wall
skin's broken out, now it's time to withdrawl
clean out your system, drain all of the drugs
pick at your scabs and flick off all the bugs

auditory hallucinations
voices in your hand
you still have the nerve to say you're alright
it's obvious you're dead

look from left to right
walk nervously down the street
remember all of the pothead ditch days
you just looked down at your feet

you've lost your mind and fucked your soul
now it's do a line and twist a bowl
spark a joint and walk away
it's not for you, look the other way