You're always looking back
running from the past
You're always sweating me
about the next big heart attack
you're looking over your shoulder
staring down the path
It's in your head
all the voices mistaken
We're all dying in the end
I'd never find the evidence so horrible
To clear my thoughts
I drill a hole into my skull
clean up my brains
sweep them underneath the rug
I needed them more than I needed
any other drug