Blending With Paranoia

Come upstairs to the bathroom Grab the foil, it won't be long Bottle's swimming, weed is snuggled We're all set to hit the bong Though initially there's no impact Only music blasting loud Then the dread hits, we all feel that As one girl is passing out Events are blending with paranoia Is this real or only happening in my head? So we lift her, but then we drop her As her spasms are kicking in Of all things, we burst with laughter Funniest shit I've ever seen But what happens if she dies here? Our stakes sure sound like fun Accessory to drug abuse, we're Juvenile criminals on the run Events are blending with paranoia Is this real or only happening in my head? They say they hit the bong and made it through How do I know if I will too? What does it change if they stay here? Take my limbs, take my senses and my brain This sofa has me enslaved Like a baked couch potato I can't feel my brain I try to stop and think What if I'm stuck here for the rest of my life But my thoughts are clicks Of a typewriter with no paper inside Events are blending with paranoia Is this real or only happening in my head? Will I wake up or has this bong hit destroyed me? But sure as hell, my life will never be the same They say they hit the bong and made it through How do I know if I will too? What does it change if they stay here? Take my limbs, take my senses and my brain This sofa has me enslaved Like a baked couch potato They say they hit the bong and made it through How do I know if I will too? What does it change if they stay here? There comes the girl - are we both dead? I am not sure But she's just vacuuming the floor My paranoia has faded