Wrecked
Cut down and bled out like a Siamese wallet
I'm too far gone, I don't think I can call it
This reality tortures me like a dead man
I'm too fucked for a fed plan
My marbles are on the table shining
Gleaming like I'm lost in silence
Fucked over my master plan
I can't get myself to them
Over and over we call this disease
Wet the planet, get what you need
Stars aligning, blood is deep
Messed out whining kills the creep
This is all that the tables have brought
I'm sort of on ice and I'm feeling shot
I could get got but slugs don't want none
I'm in space like could you hand me a real gun
Cut down and bled out like a twisted juice
I'm on your lawn like a statued truce
This reality boils me like an egg
Your brain on drugs, this is what I saved
My marbles are on the table shining
Gleaming like I'm lost in silence
Fucked over my master plan
I can't find myself again
Over and over we call this disease
War on the planet, give back the seeds
Stars aligning, blood is deep
Messed out whining fills your sleep
This is all that the tables have brought
I'm sort of on ice and I'm feeling shot
I could get got but slugs don't want none
I'm in space like I don't really have fun
I'm too far gone, I don't think I can call it
This reality tortures me like a dead man
I'm too fucked for a fed plan
My marbles are on the table shining
Gleaming like I'm lost in silence
Fucked over my master plan
I can't get myself to them
Over and over we call this disease
Wet the planet, get what you need
Stars aligning, blood is deep
Messed out whining kills the creep
This is all that the tables have brought
I'm sort of on ice and I'm feeling shot
I could get got but slugs don't want none
I'm in space like could you hand me a real gun
Cut down and bled out like a twisted juice
I'm on your lawn like a statued truce
This reality boils me like an egg
Your brain on drugs, this is what I saved
My marbles are on the table shining
Gleaming like I'm lost in silence
Fucked over my master plan
I can't find myself again
Over and over we call this disease
War on the planet, give back the seeds
Stars aligning, blood is deep
Messed out whining fills your sleep
This is all that the tables have brought
I'm sort of on ice and I'm feeling shot
I could get got but slugs don't want none
I'm in space like I don't really have fun
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Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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