[Verse 1]

Yeah yeah

I took a lot of them quaaludes

With a bottle of Grey Goose

And I'm talking to Jesus like "who should I pray to"

I'm prey to my demons too

Gotta keep it moving, I can't see the roof

Fuck what the people assuming

I'm having an outer body

Hallucinating, what are you debating

Life is never like a Susan Baker movie

Everyday is not a holiday

It is more like a Luis Bunuel & Salvador Dali

Ah

Fuck real, I'm keeping it surreal

Motherfuck mills, I've been writing my will

Ready to die

I don't wanna give, I don't wanna take

I don't wanna love, I don't wanna hate

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna pray

I don't wanna uh

These are thе notes of a schizophrenic insomniac

On gin and tonic & cognac

Skelеtons of my personalities hopping out of my cranium

I'm talking to her as someone else so baby I'm

Sorry, gotta confess

What the fuck's this drug test

I love it when you get so angry

And you love it when I see you undress

Chronicles of a lonely soul

Your legs my only hope

I don't wanna die in the real world

So keep me in you, lets overdose

[Verse 2]

Yeah

Psychology can't explain this dichotomy

Or duality

No way who knows

Anyways don't tell mama that I had a couple

Snowflakes in my nose on occasion

My body blazing but I'm feeling cold

Frostbit

The TV's on I don't even know what I'm watching

I know that I'm not even blinking or thinking

My static is full of images of people with no faces

All naked with their toes shaking & walking in puddles of blood

I shave my eyebrows off

This might be my downfall

Its like I'm in a Cronenberg universe

With Satanic women worshipping Lucifer (cause my God)

Right then Eve comes up to me to bite my neck

Then she says, "Hey Adam, bite this apple

Honey I think you're gonna like my taste"

Right then I wipe my face & I end up in a lonely room

Where I see no tomorrows in shattered pieces of broken bottles

Having dreams of nasty scenes

Anarchy is not in staccato

[Bridge]

Fuck

Get out

[Verse 3]

No

Hallelujah, paranoia

I'm the Judas to my Jesus

I'm the Brutus to my Caesar

I'm a super non-believer in all the evil

Am I breathing

Oh eureka (oh)

Should've died already (oh)

Should've died already (whoa)

Having a vision, looking in the mirror

Looking at a fucking jester getting ready

Red balloons, so majestic

All the gestures of a broken mess with a headache

But everything is copacetic. Get it? Fuck it

My brain is an aquarium in oblivion and delirium

I don't know, no no

Maybe I don't really wanna know

Maybe I don't wanna let go (no)

I don't even think I wanna stay

I can never make up my mind

I've been to hell and back

Guess I need a better half

I'mma put her on a pedestal

Say "Ciao Bella", we would laugh like

[Narration]

Adam picks himself up off the ground

Wipes the blood off his face and hands

And continues watching television

A 15 minute short film called 'Storms' has just started

Adam Morelli watching 'Storms', a short film