Deprivation

[Didz1]

Deprivation


Stubbed out my cigarettes in your blind eye
Got to find your pension book so I can get my juice
And the fashioned cans, they simmer in the asylum
The briefcases will help to mend you
I need some plastic bags to help me on the move
Then I’ll tie my weights onto my shoes

Help me, help me get some rest
I can’t sleep, my mind’s up on the shelf
Help me, help me get some rest
I can’t see, my mind needs to decompress

Collect my garbage out of my neighbour’s trunk
I’ve got to get wasted and decide something new
And these old tickets that I’ve put in to use
Well there’s no saying about my sugar abuse
I walked down corridors but there’s no room for me to use
I’d sleep in alleyways, my mind is still confused

Help me, help me get some rest
I can’t sleep, my mind’s up on the shelf
Help me, help me get some rest
I can’t see, my mind needs to decompress


This is not finished
AND APOEMTOTHEDEAD DONT BOTHER WITH BORING COMENTS