Alrighty then,
Picture this if you will:
Began at 2 am and i fueled eating up an entire box of krispy kremes and i might eat enough as i saw area 51, contemplating the multitudes of the most flaming stuff ive ever seen and then it ripped the sky wide open, and ive never seen a place like this i do believe i punctured or died or something within my birkenstocks holy fucking shit.
Wachen Sie Auf (wake up, in german)
Wachen Sie Auf
Wachen Sie Auf
Wachen Sie Auf
Then the x-files being who were in some kind of blurry jetship ?? breath that reeked and he went buggadabuggadabuddada stare back into my bug eyes my gaping jaw and my steady lower and upper lip and all I could think was I hope Uncle ? here doesn't notice i pissed my fucking pants.
So alive in this way, like an apparition he had me crying out:
Fuck me.
It's gotta be.
A Deadhead.
Chemistry.
The bottom got up on top of me.
It's got me seeing E motherfucking T.
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning the ET revealed to me his singular purpose he said:
"You are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who should choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
Me, the chosen one.
They chose me, and I didn't even graduate from fucking high school.
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.
Then he looked right through me.
With somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means.
But remember to write it down.
This is so real.
Like the time they floated away.
See, my heart is burning.
Cause this shit never happens to me.
I can't breathe right now.
It was so real,
Like I woke up in wonderland.
It was a bit terrifying.
I don't want to be all alone,
When I tell the story.
And can anyone tell me why?
It was a repeat experience?
Will I ever be coming down.
This is so real.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing.
This shit never happens to me.
I can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I just said.
See them telling children,
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took be right by the hand.
And invted me right in
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
Strapped down on my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out my head.
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said.
God damn, I shit the bed.
High.
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be, the one.
Born to bear and write you all the details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen.
Shit the bed again... typical.
Strapped down on my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head.
Am my alive? Am my dead?
Sunkist and sudafed.
Gyroscopes and infrared.
Won't help the braindead.
Can't remember what they said.
God damn, I shit the bed.
I can't remember what they said, to me.
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero.
I can't remember what they said.
Can't remember what they said.
Don't know, won't know, don't know, won't know, don't know, won't know.....
God damn, I shit the bed
Writer: KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES/CAREY, DANIEL/CHANCELLOR, JUSTIN
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Picture this if you will:
Began at 2 am and i fueled eating up an entire box of krispy kremes and i might eat enough as i saw area 51, contemplating the multitudes of the most flaming stuff ive ever seen and then it ripped the sky wide open, and ive never seen a place like this i do believe i punctured or died or something within my birkenstocks holy fucking shit.
Wachen Sie Auf (wake up, in german)
Wachen Sie Auf
Wachen Sie Auf
Wachen Sie Auf
Then the x-files being who were in some kind of blurry jetship ?? breath that reeked and he went buggadabuggadabuddada stare back into my bug eyes my gaping jaw and my steady lower and upper lip and all I could think was I hope Uncle ? here doesn't notice i pissed my fucking pants.
So alive in this way, like an apparition he had me crying out:
Fuck me.
It's gotta be.
A Deadhead.
Chemistry.
The bottom got up on top of me.
It's got me seeing E motherfucking T.
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning the ET revealed to me his singular purpose he said:
"You are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who should choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
Me, the chosen one.
They chose me, and I didn't even graduate from fucking high school.
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.
Then he looked right through me.
With somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means.
But remember to write it down.
This is so real.
Like the time they floated away.
See, my heart is burning.
Cause this shit never happens to me.
I can't breathe right now.
It was so real,
Like I woke up in wonderland.
It was a bit terrifying.
I don't want to be all alone,
When I tell the story.
And can anyone tell me why?
It was a repeat experience?
Will I ever be coming down.
This is so real.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing.
This shit never happens to me.
I can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I just said.
See them telling children,
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took be right by the hand.
And invted me right in
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
Strapped down on my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out my head.
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said.
God damn, I shit the bed.
High.
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be, the one.
Born to bear and write you all the details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen.
Shit the bed again... typical.
Strapped down on my bed.
Feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head.
Am my alive? Am my dead?
Sunkist and sudafed.
Gyroscopes and infrared.
Won't help the braindead.
Can't remember what they said.
God damn, I shit the bed.
I can't remember what they said, to me.
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero.
I can't remember what they said.
Can't remember what they said.
Don't know, won't know, don't know, won't know, don't know, won't know.....
God damn, I shit the bed
Writer: KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES/CAREY, DANIEL/CHANCELLOR, JUSTIN
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
