Driller Killer Andisconnecdead
Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red Fog,
I´m not the only, timefucked and lonely
Thirst, no friend of mine, I´m E.T going wild
Mushed, my piece of mind´s nowhere to find Slow,
another show in the temple of thoughts Sleep, not
mine to keep but f..ck knows I fought
Cool, creative and damn collected? Cold... Cold,
cheap and disconnected
From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust... The
return of the pleasant fog... I´m L.I.T.D
