bath salts

hey, i'm feeling ok, it's good, cause lately i been feeling so strange, like i been re-arranged, changed, and these voices, the ones that i can hear in my head, oh these fellas are telling me, that i'd be better off dead, they're painting me red, and lately, it's been getting harder to sleep, these muscle spasms hit me so deep, and every single night i get cold, like i can't feel my hands or my toes, and no one told me which way to go, but i'm still here, so, why don't you pour me another one, kyle?, why can't i come down?, i'm so cold again, can't feel my face again, no, my patience is wearing thin, 6 a.m. there goes the moon, i feel like death is coming soon and, oh, all i wanna do is fuckin' sleep, nothing flashed before my eyes, no pretty angels, and no bright lights, all i saw was the devil's soul, and it looked a hell of a lot like my own