verse 1:
fresh out of quarantine, still on the sick side
neck-deep, trying to keep both feet shifting
holding on with a grip tighter than a riptide
& i can't feel nothing but the music, i'm slipping
tripping through the street to the beat of my own drum
all riled up, wild-eyed like i'm on one
sifting through the sand as it shifts in an hourglass
sunset behind my back, following the shadow cast
searching for a sign, or at least for a little sanity
still seeking out the secrets of defeating gravity
flying high as a kite with no strings attached to it
collapse right into a ring of fire & mash through it
without a singe, thinking if this all ends
here, let it be, i'm already on a loose hinge
truth is that it's just as much a part of me
as the blood that pumps from my heart through my arteries
and...

chorus:
...i can't feel nothing but the music, i'm slipping
neck-deep, trying to keep both feet shifting
living with this addiction, ain't a damn thing different
i can't feel nothing but the music, i'm slipping

can't feel nothing but the...
can't feel nothing but the...
can't feel nothing but the music, i'm slipping... (x 2)

verse 2:
all wrapped up in the havoc & haze
sitting spaced out, staring at the static for days
& when the thoughts start to gather into patterns of rage
i watch the words burn holes through the back of the page
spent the better part of my childhood trapped in a cage
then came right back to renovate it after the blaze
tore the roof off just so i could stand in the rain
& rearrange a few things in the back of my brain
it's sort of strange how mixed a head can get
when it's force-fed religion from a television set
then studied by the satellites to measure the effect
given one pill to remember & the other to forget
flash back to the grill with the will to survive
still alive, staying high for the thrill of the ride
getting by with a little bit of innovation, in the basement
integrating my intent on sitting in the sky...

chorus

fresh out of quarantine, still on the sick side (x 3)
holding on with a grip tighter than a riptide
pumped full of thorazine, got to get the 'scrip signed (x 3)
docs keep telling me i'm still on the sick side

chorus