Song Description

Its the nature of the beast, to be completely wrapped up and hooked on something, but be totally in denial about it.

Lyrics

I wanna be on the top of a mountain, sky dive to the bottom of a Jack D fountain, or handglide to blueberry fields unknown, charted a plane from straight to stoned.
Two shots to the head no I ain't feeling nothing yet,
Freak feeling out of line just grab your knees and count back from 9,
My bottles filled with J. Baker news clips,
The tradeoff between sickness and health, super sarcastic self.

I can quit I can quit,
It ain't me I'm not it,
Life's to short to admit,
I ain't the same without it,
I can' quit I can quit,
It ain't me I'm not it,
Life's to short to admit,
I ain't no fuckin' addict,

I wanna sink through a bottomless cloud,
Relax in silence while my hands play out,
Where spider monkeys dance and deal perscription drugs,
And linger long between survival and dust.