Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Bathroom Floor, artist - ATMOSPHERE.
Date of issue: 02.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God's Bathroom Floor |
Head, pressure, senses, clutch |
Date, divinity, wouldn’t, fuck |
Touched, hazy, God, change |
Rush, floor, life, veins |
Head, pressure, senses, clutch |
Date, divinity, wouldn’t, fuck |
Touched, hazy, God, change |
Rush, floor, life, veins |
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch |
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me fuck |
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change |
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins |
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch |
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me fuck |
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change |
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins |
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your Dianetics |
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it |
Five for your love, and six for the stress |
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess |
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch |
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me fuck |
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change |
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins |
I’m catching ulcers from the childproof lighters |
And all of these fine-tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter |
I’m tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep |
Floors got shifted since the high got a tad too deep |
Ask dad to keep cool, I’ll call him back soon as I resume normal |
And get out of this bathroom |
And call management to seek some reimbursement |
For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits |
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch |
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me fuck |
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change |
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins |
So fuck needles, fuck smoke |
Fuck lines that make the sinus choke |
Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails |
Fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations |
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing |
Blind my insight and dull the common sense |
Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence |
Built a tolerance, now it’s more that I consume it |
When it boards up my room, the world’s whores will croon in unison |
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, i.e. irony |
Well here I be within a pool of my drool |
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose |
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style |
I’ll promise I’ll smile |
And check the floor, God’s got nice tile |
Tell Jacob Miles to keep that shit wild style |
And I’ll smile |
And check the floor, God’s got nice tile |
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch |
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me fuck |
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change |
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins |
Head, pressure, senses, clutched |
Date, divinity, wouldn’t, fuck |
Touched, hazy, God, change |
Rush, floor, life |