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 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