black walley thoughts
depression marmelade
on my toasts

pale face revelation
cold turkey
prozac nation

coffee smell
perfume aroma
will you be the mother of my unborned child?

fucked up bustrip
bumpy road
i knew i had to piss

cold sunshine
blistering headache
dry mouth experience

i need a fix
no Mr Martin,
you can\'t fix me

one more hour
bad news?
good news?

translation;
flatline expectations