Running Away From Home

Drugs are the most important meal of the day,

as long as no one's watching it's okay.

But don't make your meal a buffet,

or you'll end up trapped inside your own head playing psychosis croquet.

Purpose has no purpose when you're ascended beyond reason,

circus to circus, all you know is it's high season.

Happy lurks inside a pill,

a fiend lurks inside of you,

a pill lurks inside of you,

a fiend lurks inside your happy.

It's so refreshing to go outside,

your sober brain is terrible to live with.

With this sensation, torturous thoughts subside.

"Drugs are bad" is simply a myth.

Walk this new world with eager eyes,

all those who warned you were full of lies,

You're such a better you when you're sedated,

You're in love with the happiness you've created.

Too bad you have to go home eventually,

and reside with your roommate; you.

But then again you don't potentially,

just up the dosage from one to two.

Now you've got more time to shine,

it's so great to feel sublime,

now that your duration's extended,

you can't feel anyway but simply splendid.

Life's so great why would you wanna go home,

when you're at home you just feel alone.

You don't wanna go back so you just keep popping,

you don't even think about your heart stopping,

after awhile you start feeling a little funny,

and you notice that you've run out of money,

supply's come up short, no more honey;

now things aren't really looking so sunny.

Now you're scared you want to return,

The world you used to love makes your stomach churn,

the fear within you starts to burn,

you wanna go home but your consequences are too stern.

You can't find home, your normal state of being is lost,

you crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed,

and now in result you must pay the cost,

Now your new withered mind is what you shall exhaust.

Devastated, now you cry and moan,

you fucked up and now you don't have a home,

wallow in misery as you hopelessly roam,

Now you know what it means to be truly alone.