Driller Killer Andisconnecdead Lyrics

Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red Fog,
I´m not the only, timef*cked and lonely

Thirst, no friend of mine, I´m E.T going wild
Mushed, my piece of mind´s nowhere to find Slow,
another show in the temple of thoughts Sleep, not mine to keep but f*ck knows I fought

Cool, creative and damn collected? Cold... Cold,
cheap and disconnected

From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust... The
return of the pleasant fog... I´m L.I.T.D