Teaspoonful - Scorngrain\nTotal brain malfunction. It's all about the instincts now.\nAdrenaline rush clears the way from reason you thought you had.\nChemical genocide of nerves and brain cells.\nBombs falling on head,it shakes like the sound of massive bells.\nEverlasting fight against the nature of the beast.\nYou woke up pulling yourself like a dog on a leash.\nShady plastic dreams from the homemade bunch-bowl.\nA pill or two on morning keeps you from feeling so low.\nFront row seats to the inhead race.\nIt's all exploding into your own face.\nA teaspoonful away from the perfect match,\nJust you and one that's gonna open the hatch.\nMelting cortex, few loose teeth.\nStill manage to stand on your feet.\nLiver failing out of the C, a pump away from HIV.\nWithdrawn from the reach of cure, went too far away.\nIt's death knocking on door, waiting for your decay.\nFront row seats to the inhead race.\nIt's all exploding into your own face.\nA teaspoonful away from the perfect match,\nJust you and one that's gonna open the hatch.\nFor withdrawal some morphine and valium.\nYou're on the road to the grave or sanitarium.\nIntersection, pass red light. Future never looked that bright.\nNo need for detox, it's all under control.\nEarth calling the prodical son.\nYou are back to square one\nEverlasting fight against the nature of the beast.\nYou woke up pulling yourself like a dog on a leash.\nShady plastic dreams from the homemade bunch-bowl.\nA pill or two on morning keeps you from feeling so low.\nFront row seats to the inhead race.\nIt's all exploding into your own face.\nA teaspoonful away from the perfect match,\nJust you and one that's gonna open the hatch