Lletres: Sepultura. Blood-Rooted. Drug Me.

I don't want to think
Give me balls, go with my friends
Can't come up with anything
My brain needs stimulation

Drug me, drug me
Drug me, drug me

I'm so fucking tired
Got it waiting for us, gotta stay
TV and girls, third world
Make more to store

Drug me, drug me
Drug me, look out

Drug me with natural vitamin C
Drug me with pharmaceutical speed
Drug me with your sleeping pills
Drug me with your crossword puzzles

Drug me with your magazines
Drug me with your fuck machines
All fake fuck it away

Finally off to work
Another potato-chip weekend
Go away, go away
Leave me alone, can't see myself

Drug me, drug me
Drug me