Lyrics D.I.Y. Tranquilizers - Thought Industry

D.I.Y. Tranquilizers

Miasma will befriend like a well oiled palm.
The grass
Is so green.
The grass is so clean.
Besides the oaks I
Blink beneath one tree to flow.
Amongst the stones I
Quake within it’s grave to spin.
I’ll spin
I can’t make any sense anymore.
My verse falls empty
Words now enemies.
I’m going home
There’s one chance to be lost.
There’s one day I won’t
Be drunk.
Goddamned, I’m bleeding all
To see no one.
Must be my tranquilizers.
Enlisting my
Scorched Earth and barbed wire.
I don’t feel tranquil
I feel confused.
I am confused
«I'm sick to death of the shit of hicks in turtlenecks.»
— Old Man Lowry