Bath Salts

Hey, I'm feeling ok, it's good
'Cause lately I been feeling so strange
Like I've been re-arranged, changed
And these voices the ones that I can hear in my head
Oh these fellas are telling me that I'd be better off dead
They're painting me red

And lately it's been getting harder to sleep
These muscle spasms hit me so deep
And every single night I get cold
Like I can't feel my hands or my toes
And no one told me which way to go
I know but I'm still here so why don't you pour me another one, Kyle

Why can't I come down
I'm so cold again, can't feel my face again, no
My patience is wearing thin
6 AM there goes the Moon
I feel like death is coming soon and oh
All I wanna do is fuckin' sleep

Nothing flashed before my eyes
No pretty angels no bright lights
All I saw was the Devil's soul
And It looked a hell a lot like my own
Ho!