Anathema - Disquietude lyrics

Just thought I’d rest my tired mind
And my weary eyes
Indulge in respite hit's from my
Shitty gas station pipe
Dear Calc would understand if I
Needed a quick five
(and thus commenced the advent of a long
Hazy ride) spiraling down
From that renowned Eden they say is on high
Melting shades and hues
Keep folding as they float idly by
My gaze, is raised
To the way the images crease and change
They split and shift along the x
As they revolve about y
Oh wait -I’m high too high
Cf, I’m baked out my mind
Ie, derivatives seem to be
Far too beyond me to find
Eg, that’s not even what this
Question’s asking me to define


Ergo, conclusion: yes, we can, Obama
But not at this time i'm slowly arriving at
The distant realization
That I’ve smoked a lot more weed
Than would behoove my concentration
On the pages and the problems they contain
To my frustration -
Though this is no deviation
From the norm, nor aberration
And now I really want all that hazy sedation
A premium variety of figurative haven
Despite the priorities that are prominent
And blatant snuffed
By my inner underachiever
Not so latent
Just give me that low-eyed elation
I can’t hold my liquor
And no funds for medication found on pharmacy
Shelves and soccer moms across the nation
I can’t judge but the superior
Drug of choice by my discrimination
Is my weed

Hence the buying buds
Packing bowls and smoking that weed
I pack it tighter, lighter up
My eyes too slitted to see
Though my scattered thoughts can’t cloud
What looms over me:
I’m running out of excuses i’m
Running out of reasons why
I'm unable to get my mind
Right i’m
Running out of excuses
There's nothing left for me to blame there's
Nothing left for me to blame for
Why always it stays the same way
Every fucking year no matter what I
Do or what I say there's
Nothing left for me to blame for
Why always it stays the same way
Every fucking day no matter what I
Do or what I say my
Diligence attempt: that’s execrable
And fuck I’m gonna have to learn
This again:
That’s regrettable can’t in good faith
Bemoan the wasted time: That’s preventable
And though I want to be blameless
Not even I am so easily
Impressionable to heed
My cerebral wiles and sleep effort-
Lessly i know my underachievement is solely
Because of me myself
And I there’s
No one else to blame
And I shouldn’t even try because
Of other futures on the line
The clock is ticking
And I run on borrowed time sooner or later
The facts -will
Present themselves to be faced
When reality
Arrives settles it'self
As it looks me in the eye
Anticipating my reaction while I
Proceed to simply stare
Right back at it with a seeming resolve
Only to stop, ‘cause it’s easier
To turn away and just
Keep on buying buds
Packing bowls and smoking that weed
I pack it tighter, lighter up
My eyes too slitted to see
Though my scattered thoughts can’t cloud
What looms over me:
I’m running out of excuses i’m
Running out of reasons why
I'm unable to get my mind
Right i’m
Running out of excuses
There's nothing left for me to blame there's
Nothing left for me to blame for
Why always it stays the same way
Every fucking year no matter what I
Do or what I say there's
Nothing left for me to blame for
Why always it stays the same way
Every fucking day no matter what I
Do or what I say