Bunkers, Los - Siniestra lyrics

[Slug:]

Head, pressure, senses, clutched

Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck

Touched, hazy, God, change

Rush, floor, life, veins

[Chorus:]

From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch

Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me fuck

I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change

Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins

[Slug:]

It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics

Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it

Five for your love, and six for the stress

And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess

CHORUS

[Slug:]

I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters

And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter

I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep

Thorns got ????????? got it tagged too deep

Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal

And get out of this bathroom

And call management to seek some reimbursement

For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits

[CHORUS]

[Slug:]

So fuck needles, fuck smoke

Fuck lines that make the sinus choke

Fuck chasers, trails, fuck waves and rails

Fuck hang-overs, fuck hallucinations

Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing

Blind my insight and dull the common sense

Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence

Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it

When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison

Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony

But here I be within a pool of my drool

Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose

Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style

I promise I'll smile

And check the floor, God's got nice tile

Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style

And I'll smile

And check the floor, God's got nice tile

[CHORUS]

[Slug:]

Head, pressure, senses, clutched

Date, Divinity, wouldn't, fuck

Touched, hazy, God, change

Rush, floor, life, veins