Wrecked

Cut down and bled out like a Siamese wallet I'm too far gone, I don't think I can call it This reality tortures me like a dead man I'm too fucked for a fed plan My marbles are on the table shining Gleaming like I'm lost in silence Fucked over my master plan I can't get myself to them Over and over we call this disease Wet the planet, get what you need Stars aligning, blood is deep Messed out whining kills the creep This is all that the tables have brought I'm sort of on ice and I'm feeling shot I could get got but slugs don't want none I'm in space like could you hand me a real gun Cut down and bled out like a twisted juice I'm on your lawn like a statued truce This reality boils me like an egg Your brain on drugs, this is what I saved My marbles are on the table shining Gleaming like I'm lost in silence Fucked over my master plan I can't find myself again Over and over we call this disease War on the planet, give back the seeds Stars aligning, blood is deep Messed out whining fills your sleep This is all that the tables have brought I'm sort of on ice and I'm feeling shot I could get got but slugs don't want none I'm in space like I don't really have fun