Vanilla Fraud

another one that's clearly about being stoned... this time while you're mad

Fatal ride, ride down my spine
Spinal tap and wrap you up
Into the wind, blanket your fear
Toke you out of sight and mind
Don't mind my kind, we tend to steam
Razorblade heart and melody
Of a thousand countless bowls
And the bowels of my will
Extracting the subsoncious slur
Or the memory of this phone
When all I hear's the dial tone
I toke you out, a pound of purple
And a blanket full of cush
My body's numb, but not my eyes
My eyes are dried, but full of life
A desert in eutopia, purgatory
Purge a waking hymn and sing
Vomit out the vocal chord
And pass it to the left