Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red Fog, I m not the only, timefucked and lonely
Thirst, no friend of mine, I m E.T going wild Mushed, my piece of mind s nowhere to find Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought
Cool, creative and damn collected? Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected
From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust... The return of the pleasant fog... I m L.I.T.D