Текст песни Neural Circuitry - GDP

Building castles in the sky while fermenting ergotamine
You like to eat k-pin just to even out the high
You'd either be prescribed the sun or shade in this place
Held together with power lines and radio waves
Stars aren't shining on us
Soldiers aren't dying for us
They're risking their lives for the change
A full ride to college or a meaningless grade
Learn not from mistakes we've made
You make them for yourselves and open pathways in your brain
To rearrange your priorities
To alter your reality
How come my dopamine levels say "no" to me?
Jersey diners, refills on opium tea, Vitamin B, 60-40 cut (Bump up!)
Broken mirror with my thumb in my gums
And if it's not your kind of party, they got a pill for that
Sealed Arizona cans to conceal the stash
And it doesn't feel as bad
When the company you keep has no future plans
We just blame it on circumstance
With the baseheads, tryna sell some broken amps
In a land where it snows on the sand
And every day is jet ag and every night moves too fast
Too high to die (This scales on [?])
Too high to die (Name brand 'scripts and alcohol)
Too high to die (The devil makes house calls)
Too high to die (Five heads on twenty bag)
Too high to die (I'm calling for my money back)
Too high to die (My habits make my money mad)
Too high to die (And when I'm dead in the fucking trash)
Pete can keep the loot from my CDs
Stiff as a board, raw stashed in my beanie
Smile on my face, nose leaking
Say "I told you so" for all those who didn't believe me
Can't spell funeral without fun
A party's not a party if I'm not fucked up
East coast got the opiates
Support the troops, Afghani dope connects
Dissociatives, dissing your associates
Work 'till the sky falls and nobody notices
So we glorify substance abuse
And blame our problems on everything
But their influence (In other words)
My crew do drugs
We play loud music and we don't wear earplugs
We fuck trashy girls and don't wear condoms
We have babies even though we don't really want them
Too high to die (Heaven has a rehab)
Too high to die (skeeted on a sleazebag)
Too high to die (What side effects does D have?)
Too high to die (Downers and uppers)
Too high to die (Townies and star fuckers)
Too high to die (Junkies turned mothers)
Too high to die (The snowman loves us)
What kind of future can I possibly hope for
When every pen I write with doubles as a coke straw?
And every night's a close call
When oxycontins is triple what dope cost
What kind of person can I possibly become
When my personality is dependent on a drug? (Get it?!)
And usually more than one, 'cause too much of anything is never enough
What kind of fans could I possibly have
When I'm leading them off a cliff and they're glad?
They buy merch so I can buy gas
And give me free bags for liking my raps
What kinds of ladies could they possibly be
When they wanna fuck raw after hearing my CD?
Seems the future's looking bleak
Record everything I ever wrote then OD
Too high to die (ditch before checkpoints)
Too high to die (pissing for your best boy)
Too high to die (Just chilling till the next joint)
Too high to die (Sharing syringes)
Too high to die (Where every day's Christmas)
Too high to die (Swear and you'll quit this)
Too high to die, too high to die (Too high to die)