Burn the Evidence Songtext

von Slaves On Dope

We all need therapy, ‘cause God never seems to listen
Open up the pharmacy, and you'll hear the angels crying
I never sleep
She's lying on the plastic beach
And it's reflecting right at me
I never sleep/ Burn the evidence
I fill the void when I'm fucking you
Locked in the white room with no view
It's irrelevant
My life is quickly turning to
A catch 22
I've lost all self control
There's no light in this hole
It will destroy me, break me
Set me up to fail
I'm like a time bomb
Chemical, comatose, medical, overdose
Counting tiles on the ceiling
Forty-five or sixty-seven
The telephone's always ringing
This conversation's going nowhere
Ahhhh insomniac
Burn the evidence
I fill the void when I'm fucking you
Locked in the white room with no view
Call the ambulance
My life is quickly turning to
A catch 22!
I've lost all self control
There's no light in this hole
It will destroy me, break me
Set me up to fail
I'm like a time bomb
Chemical, comatose, medical, overdose
As my life seems to fade
One second isn't a second at all
Ignore it but it never goes away