Sebrox - Head In The Ground lyrics

(You have a history of fits, moods, black outs, hearing voices, we brought you here to save you from the irrevocable damage you intended upon yourself. You've tried to k** yourself twice!) [an excerpt from Woolf's Long Hours: Virginia Woolf's Temporal Lobe] Oh this king is weary and sad (oh no the white boy) This warped gentleman (but I'm not trying to martyr anyone) decked out in seal skins (my life's great) musty and fearless My mom called me a devil's child, the abortion she never had Got kicked down the stairs for torching the house, couldn't pick a better dad Met the tabs, at 14 before I tried weed, hash or whatever's bad My better half's beheaded cats and brought it to school on a bike and a JanSport But was late so I didn't attend the cla** Befriended rap, formed a syllabus and styled the strength in that I was a garage band drummer, ripped grunge pants, played lefty like Cobain Surfer Nirvana fan, forearms scarred, so much blood dripped Read Bundy's biography under lava lamp '93, microdots and grams Graduate C average, '96 dropped college plans Peak sk** winter, copt some land 500 a month, dog, Ford Escort, and piranha tank Closet scamp, verilux bulb, potting plants First time was no luck (f**) male pollen plants Then Honey Dreads from Big Mint brought the Holland dank 98' rolling J32 belt-drive Geminis and rocked the flams Mom's piano had me in a gothic trance Typewrite attendant All work and no play makes Jak a dull boy Formed a friendship, dad's righty guitar had me playing upside down like Hendrix Looking demented, razor edge rips My first ex shot me up in the bathroom during an intervention I dropped and woke up to medics Paddles fairy boat me back to the ambulate Vegetable head like lettuce Stomach pumps turn my intestines, til they hit the gas like Zyklon-B pellets Who shot me up (who) I think it was the one in the nurse clothes (oh yeah) I'm the cuckoo bird who flew the coop Flew loops and perch flows Disturbed glow, waited for inertia Got admitted hurt, clothes scented of turf smoke Stood at the hospital longer than an intern though I just walked out onto a dirt road, into the earth cold, lugging through first snow Victim of a burnt home Homeless, warming frozen hands over canisters of Sterno Hurl coke, brain rush, crush buffalo herds on turbo Perverse pros Get in your stomach like vertigo I bite nobody like newborns I use to get so wetted when I walked across gra** the dew formed You ain't like me kids, I'm cocoon born Hatched from an egg covered in goo and blue spores At noon on June 24 1978 it grew horns And left the womb torn Charming Family dinner, we ate with plates, spoons, forks but no talking My mom use to call me an abortion So I take inner pain out on my foreskin Caught playing with a dead cat when my parents walked in They sent me to Four Winds Met a girl who shot up dope and showed me tracks collapse when she draw in Love at first lust, comparing burns and who had the worst cuts When we held hands, we s**ed orgones from the earth up Blood couple, shared needles, immersed trust, God nursed us But once the uppers hit, I go from outgoing to introverted Pervert tendencies inverted Film my neighbor's daughter, she caught me American beauty, the obsess worsened It went further, dreams of murder Um okay need to stop those thoughts (nevermind) Human pot roast My clock's broke like Alex but I'm not cloned I've been in 'Nam since a demigod, tunnel rat and foxholes Military sheet corner, t-shirts and socks rolled In the box told what to do and what not to watch And what not to stop so I ended up not ?? Lexapro, Dipricol, Remeron on the cot froze Hey Sebastian, I need some coffee bro. Dude hit me up bro, I'm gonna sniff some lines of f**ing tan greens man hahaha