Dinner's for suckers by None More Black
Drop the medicine.
I don't feel normal.
I never did.
Room start spinning.
Make boredem useful and back again.
Come home to f**ked to know what side's up.
My senses stayed for another round.
Don't feel the set up.
Don't feel the sting.
Only feel the fatique where the body used to break.
I want more.
Wake up hardly remembering,
but sofly knowing that I was king.
Could be imagining that things were simple,
but easily I wake up not knowing what's up or went down.
Just one more time.