Stained are the tracks
Leaving it all back
Walking to the sound
Not even touching your ground
Wasted in space
In a time one can't trace
High on the chemicals
While counting all decibels
He talks and you listen
Minds wander through prisms
Wanderlust is felt through a rising cold sun
The day has just started but should be now done
The neighbours still lie, minds dreaming in beds
The neighbours could wonder where you were led
Whispers you make for you must not reveal
For high you now are, so unnatural you feel
You ask to go out to just be alone
But paranoia leaves you frozen in a place not your home
Drugs started with drinks, but turned into choice
Drugs make thoughts so loud, drowning one's voice
This place is a heaven that won't last the day
You'll end up in bed, having questioned your way
You now feel good, so presence you crave
You have one last line, you know you can't save
Let it all go, let it just be
Hold on and self-medicate
Hold on and you'll see
