My ideas like highs

they come and they go

it seems I've forgotten what I need to know

I feel I'm wasting time at night when I sleep

someone so shallow that's in so deep

So I patch the holes that yet haven't appeared

completely blinded but things are so clear

I know just what to do but why the fuck should I bother

I;m content sitting at the right hand of our father

Fuckin A is all I got to say

give me peace of mind and I'll be on my way

I was born into this world and I don't know why

so all I'm doing's passing time before I die