chemical imbalance

no question i'm prone to depression

throne made of stone

i am known for aggression

sit home get stoned

no purpose

become a servant

feel like i'm worthless

sun turn to darkness

now i'm getting nervous

till i make a purchase and i'm silver surfing

flying through the stars in the milky way

next day filled with guilt again

emptiness and sadness

used to get a lot done

now the devil's in my car riding shotgun

mad child's back like the hot sun

still shining

redrum redrum

from walking on the sun with a pepsi bottle

pocket full of cash and a sexy model

shopping like i just won the lottery

then i fell down

hit the ground like pottery

smash

dope

doing drugs like a dummy

gained a lot of weight with a big fat tummy

didn't have sex

pale skin like a mummy

crashed the suburban

almost killed my whole group

god saved us

i'm telling you the whole truth

old dude

clark kent in a phone booth

i refuse to be old news

my mind mentally a torture chamber

complete frustration

approach with anger

used to be exciting

white lightning

living in a nightmare quite frightening

aggressive performer

obsessive compulsive disorder

psychotic

dark product of narcotics

i'm bleeding badly in shark waters

hail marys and our father up in heaven looking down on what he's not proud of

evil thoughts

blood

and gun powder

quit crowded

blue pills and white powder