Fried

Low mood, grow wool Toadstools can teach a school Show parameters I never knew Superglue in the shnoz Garbage in the tract Overstimulated, FRIED in the mind Drained sack Antisocial meeds hands me dopamine But I've had too much Must unplug Needing days off the grid Will I win or will addiction kick me in the dick? Or shin? Give me a dictionary Is there a word for dislike of maraschino cherries? Better scribe Hook up my mic and release Before rancor takes a seat on the couch of opinion Propel me forward as the gear spins Rack and pinion Tracking position Crafting submarines earns my mini income 2019 won't cease 'til I complete my album Info sponge is numbed I'm feeling need Chica R-bombing like the Middle East And the fact it's stressing me's a Vibrant neon sign that I need time solo Focus on alchemy in the bare-walled dojo Meditate and read Countless ardors to feed I'm flowing in an endless stream Rest in peace, the sleep routine This is sweet poutine And depression will settle The chemicals alter Depression will settle The chemicals alter Strengthen after the falter