Xanax from White Hag by The Coltranes
Tracklist
| 8. | Xanax | 3:12 |
Lyrics
I hope that one day I might choke,
But I don't know, I live for too much guilt.
I know what I like: pressure on certain sides.
You will know. It tastes like pesticides.
I, will lay you down to rest.
I, could make you feel the best.
I, can give you everything,
But seeing, the holy ghost,
Might take a little more.
I keep it in my hands,
As I travel through southland,
And I break it up real slow,
It slithers up my nose,
And I'm breaking up real slow,
I'll live inside this hole.
This feeling first settles and then bursts through your skin.
This silence is frightening as this seance begins.
I held up my end.
Now pull it til its red, but it turns
black, then it falls off, in time.
You may touch it, but just know, that its mine,
It's forever mine.
Wait your turn.
We have to breath to live.
Wait your turn.
Wait your turn.
