EOM - Straight to Paradise lyrics

Walking around with my eyes sewn shut Pa**ing by the most beautiful things in the world like so what Find an empty spot on a curb, and post up Next to a homeless man, cart full of soda cans Smiling, how's he in a better mood than I am in When I'm an inch away from achieving my dreams There's different types of achievement it seems The intravenous needle fiends to the people that dream of seeing Themselves up on the screens We all tryna chase a high What is it with human being, we're never satisfied My only conclusion's confusion And my only solution is the illusion I create through boozin f** it, my eyes open, I pop my tall beer Toast to Los Angeles, we all here From Skid Row to the names up in the blaring lights I take a sip and I'm headed straight to paradise Every day I battle with my inner consciousness Trying to get him to become an optimist Trying to convince him god exists And to focus on the positive and take pride in my accomplishments But he only speaks he doesn't hear A radio newsfeed always in my ear And I, just wish it would disappear It's an embodiment of all my insecurities and fear And it keeps me wide awake lying late at night nervous Mind racing, contemplating life's purpose But isn't that a contemplation that is quite worthless And I'm still awake when the sunlight surface I just Relax, lie still Count sheep, drink more nyquil Lord help me sleep I say a prayer at night And in my dreams I'm going straight to paradise Too much time alone all I think about is d**h I'm a chain smoker how much time I got left I swear there's something wrong going on inside my chest I ain't seen a doctor nI should probably get a test I just wish I wasn confident in an afterlife If it turned out that I was wrong I'd be dead it wouldn't matter right I drink too much, for the numbness I think to much, but yearn for dumbness I wish that I was satisfied By the cars, the restaurants and the Maitre D's I love steak, put me back inside the matrix please We can all talk about the weather forecast or the sportscast Or the f**ing jersey shore cast Get money, keep makin f** b**hes, eat bacon Lord forgive me, I say a prayer at night And when I die I'm going straight to paradise