Burn the Evidence - Slaves On Dope

We all need therapy, ‘cause God never seems to listen

Open up the pharmacy, and you’ll hear the angels crying

I never sleep

She’s lying on the plastic beach

and it’s reflecting right at me

I never sleep

Burn the evidence

I fill the void when I’m fucking you

locked in the white room with no view

it’s irrelevant

my life is quickly turning to

a catch 22

I’ve lost all self control

there’s no light in this hole

it will destroy me, break me

set me up to fail

I’m like a time bomb

chemical, comatose, medical, overdose

counting tiles on the ceiling

forty-five or sixty-seven

the telephone’s always ringing

this conversation’s going nowhere

ahhhh insomniac

burn the evidence

I fill the void when I’m fucking you

locked in the white room with no view

call the ambulance

my life is quickly turning to

a catch 22!

I’ve lost all self control

There’s no light in this hole

it will destroy me, break me

set me up to fail

I’m like a time bomb

chemical, comatose, medical, overdose

as my life seems to fade

one second isn’t a second at all

ignore it but it never goes away