Wax - Straight to Paradise lyrics
[Wax - Straight to Paradise lyrics]
Walking around with my eyes sewn shut
Passing by the most beautiful things in
The world like so what
Find an empty spot on a curb, and post up
Next to a homeless man
Cart full of soda cans
Smiling, how's he in a better
Mood than I am in when I'm an inch away
From achieving my dreams
There's different types of
Achievement it seems
The intravenous needle fiends to the
People that dream of seeing
Themselves up on the screens
We all tryna chase a high
What is it with human being
We're never satisfied
My only conclusion's confusion
And my only solution is the
Illusion I create through boozin
Fuck it, my eyes open, I pop my tall beer
Toast to Los Angeles, we all here
From Skid Row to the names
Up in the blaring lights
I take a sip and I'm
Headed straight to paradise
Every day I battle with
My inner consciousness
Trying to get him to become an optimist
Trying to convince him god exists
And to focus on the positive and
Take pride in my accomplishments
But he only speaks he doesn't hear
A radio newsfeed always in my ear
And I, just wish it would disappear
It's an embodiment of all
My insecurities and fear
And it keeps me wide awake
Lying late at night nervous
Mind racing, contemplating life's purpose
But isn't that a contemplation
That is quite worthless
And I'm still awake when the sunlight surface
I just relax, lie still
Count sheep, drink NyQuil
Lord help me sleep I say a prayer at night
And in my dreams I'm
Going straight to paradise
Too much time alone all I
Think about is death
I'm a chain smoker how much time I got left
I swear there's something wrong going
On inside my chest i ain't seen a doctor I
Should probably get a test
I just wish I wasn't
Confident in an afterlife
If it turned out that I was wrong
I'd be dead it wouldn't matter right
I drink too much, for the numbness
I think to much, but yearn for dumbness
I wish that I was satisfied by the cars
The restaurants and the Maitre D's
I love steak, put me back
Inside the matrix please
We can all talk about the
Weather forecast or the sportscast
Or the fucking Jersey Shore cast
Get money, keep makin
Fuck bitches, eat bacon
Lord forgive me, I say a prayer at night
And when I die I'm going straight to paradise
Passing by the most beautiful things in
The world like so what
Find an empty spot on a curb, and post up
Next to a homeless man
Cart full of soda cans
Smiling, how's he in a better
Mood than I am in when I'm an inch away
From achieving my dreams
There's different types of
Achievement it seems
The intravenous needle fiends to the
People that dream of seeing
Themselves up on the screens
We all tryna chase a high
What is it with human being
We're never satisfied
My only conclusion's confusion
And my only solution is the
Illusion I create through boozin
Fuck it, my eyes open, I pop my tall beer
Toast to Los Angeles, we all here
From Skid Row to the names
Up in the blaring lights
I take a sip and I'm
Headed straight to paradise
Every day I battle with
My inner consciousness
Trying to get him to become an optimist
Trying to convince him god exists
And to focus on the positive and
Take pride in my accomplishments
But he only speaks he doesn't hear
A radio newsfeed always in my ear
And I, just wish it would disappear
It's an embodiment of all
My insecurities and fear
And it keeps me wide awake
Lying late at night nervous
Mind racing, contemplating life's purpose
But isn't that a contemplation
That is quite worthless
And I'm still awake when the sunlight surface
I just relax, lie still
Count sheep, drink NyQuil
Lord help me sleep I say a prayer at night
And in my dreams I'm
Going straight to paradise
Too much time alone all I
Think about is death
I'm a chain smoker how much time I got left
I swear there's something wrong going
On inside my chest i ain't seen a doctor I
Should probably get a test
I just wish I wasn't
Confident in an afterlife
If it turned out that I was wrong
I'd be dead it wouldn't matter right
I drink too much, for the numbness
I think to much, but yearn for dumbness
I wish that I was satisfied by the cars
The restaurants and the Maitre D's
I love steak, put me back
Inside the matrix please
We can all talk about the
Weather forecast or the sportscast
Or the fucking Jersey Shore cast
Get money, keep makin
Fuck bitches, eat bacon
Lord forgive me, I say a prayer at night
And when I die I'm going straight to paradise