High Note

Stumble down the hallway, mumblin'
Lookin' like a ghoul appeared
Monsters on my bedding
There's no A/C but, it's cool in here
Sink into my bed
But, there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears

Pull up to the party
I been sipping' Robotussin
Shuffle through the door
I drop a baggie as I bust in
Eyes adjusting to the light
But never get accustomed
I see them, take a couple
Gotta handful like percussion
They me I need slow down
I just ate em all up though
Now I'm seeing doubles
Like they're shadow clones, uh oh
I shouldn't mix synthetic weed with over counters
While resin hitting pipes
And then popping prescription downers
Fog rolls in through the door
I feel my heart drop
I slap my face but I don't realize
That it made my heart stop
I stand up sideways
With my hands down at my side
My arms throb
The pillys had me feeling like a lucid dreamy heartthrob

If these sixteen don't turn me to a fiend
Then I'll be good
If these 16's don't turn into the dream
Then I'll be shook
Walk down the street
Demons eating fallen angels
Cross my heart and hope to remain forever unstable

Stumble down the hallway, mumblin'
Lookin' like a ghoul appeared
Monsters on my bedding
There's no A/C
But, it's cool in here
Sink into my bed
But, there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Monsters crawling on me
Under the blanket I go
It's not safe in here
Too high in a daze to know
Whispers in my ear
Basket-case, plain psycho
If I overdose
I guess I ended on a high note

Creepy
Spiders, not normally got lots on me
Sleeping
Lighters that aren't mine fall out of pocket oddly
Shrieking
Fighting with the voices, it's all out of body
Dreamy
Climbing towards my peak
I'm a walking zombie
Room swaying like Shade 45 in the Morning
It was 10
Now it 8:45 in the morning
Piercing glances looking down at me
Like they're in mourning
White lines on the granite
Look like Tech Deck snowboarding

If these sixteen don't turn me to a fiend
Then I'll be good
If these 16's don't turn into the dream
Then I'll be shook
Walk down the street
Demons eating fallen angels
Cross my heart and hope to remain forever unstable

Stumble down the hallway, mumblin'
Lookin' like a ghoul appeared
Monsters on my bedding
There's no A/C
But, it's cool in here
Sink into my bed
But, there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Monsters crawling on me
Under the blanket I go
It's not safe in here
Too high in a daze to know
Whispers in my ear
Basket-case, plain psycho
If I overdose
I guess I ended on a high note

If these sixteen don't turn me to a fiend
Then I'll be good
If these 16's don't turn into the dream
Then I'll be shook
Walk down the street
Demons eating fallen angels
Cross my heart and hope to remain forever unstable

I shouldn't mix synthetic weed with over counters
While resin hitting pipes
And then popping prescription downers