The Spin Cycle

im so fuckin twisted its unrealistic, the tainted thoughts that stain this brain. this barell loaded gun i've kissed it, ripped and tattered cant explain. i m broken bruised so damn confused numb and dumb from drugs i use.im half the man i used to be dont know quite whats wrong with me.  
no yoyu cannnot reach my level even with the help of devils.
from this pain i always run tangled in this web lifes spun.
inside out i've come undone
and yeah im roaming like a gypsy smokin like a hippie if im awake i'll bet your ass im gettin tipsy.
the grip that i had i found again its slippin, some screws are loose damn right but most of them are missing.
yeah im spun and i admit its way to fun for me to quit.
guess i lost my give a shit learn to call home this cold dark pit.
this road i wander this lettin win.