in a straight jacked my moods crooked I cant move my faiths jagged have a itch i cant scratchit face ragged ive been lying in a ditch seems like it feel nackad crying then switch to feeling like dying cranked up I'm hot, frying, lying it's the voices pressurising me to spit ciphers that need desyphering colledge graduate smokes weed , higher learning to suck - seed saving the rainforest, by smoking trees weed for peace, is my brain deceased, or on leave the jacket squeeze, tug at the sleeves no use its to tight as a noose, hangman, bound to lose my life, this no alarm can't snooze, my times due, lived in a alternative hue for so long dont see truth only lies accumalating flies amongst the carnage wreckage all that here lie am i afraid, no, is that a suprize, i'm numb to life, it stole