Brain Stew



I'm having trouble trying to sleep

I'm counting sheep but running out

As time ticks by

And still I try

No rest for crosstops in my mind



On my own... here we go



My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed

Dried up and bulging out my skull

My mouth is dry

My face is numb

Fucked up and spun out in my room



On my own... here we go



My mind is set on overdrive

The clock is laughing in my face

A crooked spine

My sense dulled

Passed the point of delerium



On my own... here we go



My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed

Dried up and bulging out my skull

My mouth is dry

My face is numb

Fucked up and spun out in my room



On my own... here we go