Lyrics God’s Bathroom Floor – Atmosphere
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn’t, f**k
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, divinity, wouldn’t, f**k
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me f**k
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins..②
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your Dianetics
Three for the reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
I made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me f**k
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
And caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
I’m catching ulcers from the child-proof lighters
And all of these fine-tooth biters
That keep the wires in my head tighter
I’m tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Thoughts got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool
I’ll call him back soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me f**k
I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins..②
So f**k needles, f**k smoke
F**k lines that make the sinus choke
F**k chasers, trails, f**k waves and rails
F**k hangovers, f**k hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inhibition, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built a tolerance
Now it’s more that I consume it
And when it boards up my room
The world’s w**res will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages
Read euthanasia, i.e. irony
Well here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I’ll smile
And check the floor, God’s got nice tile
Tell Jacob Miles to keep that s**t wild style
And I’ll smile
And check the floor, God’s got nice tile
From a head full of pressure wrest the senses that I clutch
Made a date with divinity, but she wouldn’t let me f**k
And I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins..②
Head, pressure, senses, clutch
Date, divinity, wouldn’t, f**k
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life…
➤ Written by Slug
Produced by Stress
Atmosphere | 2021
