I'm in a wrestling match With myself again Wonder who's gonna win Sumo on the one side Pluto on the drumline Maybe they'll be friends
Who knows what they say? Who knows when the feelings change?
Mirandas on the porch swing Kyles gotta diamond ring Made out of mouse hair The older kids doing drugs Getting out and getting fucked Wonder how it really feels
Who knows what they say? Who knows when the feelings change?
I'm running low on dopamine I'm diving on the slope Flying at blazing speeds Passing all the maple trees Glass in the honey bees frozen in time
What are you so mad about? Why do you scream and shout? Who didn't lovе you when You need it the most now You're a torturеd mut growl Poison generations Below and after All those who've heard are gone
I'm running low on dopamine I'm starting to coast Lower down gradually Where am I going? When did all these hilly streets get so flat?
I'm running low on dopamine Life's made of stone Is this how it's supposed to be? Is this how it's gonna be? Is this how it's gonna be until the end?
