Jet Lag

Purple, red and green’s
The only colors, that can be seen
In the damnation of elevation
Gazing through-out a dying eye
My forehead’s blazing like searing cyanide
In my frustration for laceration
Can’t you hear me calling you,
Can’t you hear me shout?
Can’t you feel me falling through
Clear of heavy clouds?
Try to sleep with a mind so mean
When the jet lag has gotten you by your teeth
It screws you up and tears you down
And spins your head around, around when you’re
Counting sheep in the time machine
And You’ll realize the daunting pain
It leaves a mark, even in the dark and
Regardless any abstinence of sound
Water and bread so dry
Has to be salter to satisfy
The power station of ovulation
And smoking seems prohibited
I am awoken to be exhibited
The commutation of this sedation
Can’t you hear me calling you,
Can’t you hear me shout?
Can’t you see me falling through
Clear of heavy clouds?
When you try to sleep with a mind so mean
When the jet lag has gotten you by your teeth
It screws you up and tears you down
And spins your head around, around when you’re
Counting sheep in the time machine
You’ll realize the daunting pain
It leaves a mark, even in the dark and
Regardless any abstinence of sound
Can’t you hear me calling you,
Can’t you hear me shout?
Can’t you see me falling through
Clear of heavy clouds?
Try to sleep with a mind so mean
When the jet lag has gotten you by your teeth
It screws you up and tears you down
And spins your head around, around when you’re
Counting sheep in the time machine
You’ll realize the daunting pain
It leaves a mark, even in the dark and
Regardless any abstinence of sound