Wornin'

linger tasting rotten soil
 within the baker's deadly toll
 in the morning's dirty rash
 the rush hours kissing ass
 finger through the dirty things
 inside and out of everything
 skirmish on the outer edges
 of every single body's mind
 simmer on the holy scale
 these vision makers only fail
 the FEAR OF GOD ON HIGH
 i've been out, so out of it
 i've been hiding out
 i've been hiding out of it
 hiding so far out.
 this been toasted walk upon
 then giving up what we've become
 all cinders on this rocky road
 melted ice cream over load
 jump the prison plan advised
 we'll make you feel the jim jones' vibe
 as if to drink their poison
 somehow better than what we become
 by vaporizing any of this wishful unsafe trip
 catch the very essence draining
 on this slowly sinking ship
 moving on towards horizons
 what's conceived will never be
 i'm thinking of saying of anything
 and clinging
 i've been out, so out of it
 i've been hiding out
 i've been hiding out of it
 hiding so far out.
 find a way back out
 what a way back out...