• This morning i awoke from where i lay
    Hungover, sedated, my vision it sways
    Bedmates beside me, on my left and right
    The night must have been quite the delight

    Interrupting the celebration of where i stayed
    To make it in time, a long crusade
    Stumbling across the bodied floor
    Heavily breathing toward the bathroom door

    The urine flows, the sedation dissipates
    Mouth feels dry and tastes of paste
    A headache follows, a beat in my brain
    Serves me right for causing it pain

    Glancing in the mirror i see my image
    The aftermath of a line of scrimmage
    I turn on the tap, the water flows
    Splashing on my face and also my clothes

    Navigating once more through the grave of corpses
    Outside, it's calling, it's peaceful noises
    Taking deep breaths, crisp clean air
    Well, much better then the air from in there.

    Time has passed since i first awoke
    Stress from the headache, god i need a smoke
    Lighting the stick, burning crisp with flavor
    Thinking To re-leave stress, heh, my childish behavior

    My mouth tastes now of paste and rot
    To wash it down, some chase and a shot
    Feeling much better like when i was then
    The feeling of sedation once more again

    My body feels reduced, reused and recycled
    The partying fame, the nonstop cycle
    This feeling is definitely a great sensation
    And i'd do it again without hesitation