[Intro]
Bless that medicine
For bringing 'round that click in your head
[Verse 1]
Better off high than dead
When you are stripped bare
When you have settled your affairs
Dressed in white like a bride
Or a new believer
[Chorus]
Holding a hand full of doubt
What else can we trust?
What else can we trust?
It's all that's left for us
[Verse 2]
When you are back on the line
The last stillness in your mind
Almost seized me
And all of this tedious talk
It's cheap, it's easy
[Chorus]
Holding a hand full of dust
What else can we trust?
It's all that's left for us
Anyway, ayy, anyway, oh, oh
[Verse 3]
Yeah, some hell's put a crease on me
And it still feels like there are hooks in me
But the silence turns up the curse in me
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Bless that medicine
For bringing 'round that click in your head
Better off high than dead