Lost in the madness, the madness is home
Home is the madness, in the madness, lost
Madness is the home, is home the madness?
Home is madness the madness is home

Eyes up on the calendar
One week until shit could get much better
But I doubt it!
Lines are across like the stars
Constellations of coke, MD, on the carpet!
Each sniff does remind of the dark pit
Which my mind is inside; in the cockpit!
Pilot, flyin' through the sky like a rocket!
Reach the lit finish line; I cannot see
Where the fuck I should land, am I crashing?
Each nightstand has a pack full of toxic bacci bags
And a paper to roll with
Full circle am I back where I started?
Eyes up on the calendar
One week until shit could get much better
But I... wait

Wake up; voice in my head!
I cannot fix; all this bullshit!
Roll out of bed, I cannot sit!
Strain in my back, and I feel sick! Not sick
Maybe just sad that I've lost it!
Closet; often abandoned and not filled!
Boxes; laying around on the floor which often
Drive into ground that I'm squalid!
Rotten; brain! And my hand has been forced
Open; pain isn't bad just ignore it!