High On

Testo:

© JoshDexter
I'm high on mind control
Synthesize my numbing of the soul
A want of sweet release
And a moment of empty peace.
Tell my brain I'm comfortably obtunded
Courtesy of NHS funded

I could search for gods shrouded in clouds
Among the crowds heavens allowed

I'm a loon in need of healing
One more flight will fight the feeling
Just give in to that final pill
Sit back and watch the world stand still
Mind control this is Major Tom
I think you called. Where have you gone?

I could bathe in the stars for endless hours
My bazaar of worlds afar

I'm a supportive slut in front of masses
Shame on me for wiping their asses
Sympathetic to pathetic in t-minus one
Lift off, and then there was none.
I'm a straight white jacket kind of guy
A style that will never die.