Third Eye

I wake with a brain full of cocaine,

the come-down is hard,

i'm falling like rain.

I never could, perfect flight,

but i still have some time,

to get it right

my fingers are dripping

with another mind's thoughts

my third eye could see,

if it wasn't for blood clots

sixty revolutions,

and i still lost what i sought,

i'd bite the hand that feeds,

but it's beginning to rot

my fingers are dripping

with another mind's thoughts

my third eye could see

if it wasn't for blood clots