Pain Avenue Verb T

[Intro]
"I have to go..."
"...an appointment with my psychiatrist"

[Verse 1 - Verb T]
Pressure building up
All I can do is pray that it'll stop
Feeling dead when I walk
Vultures circlin' me in a flock
Shot by killer, what's surgin'?
Nerves in a knot hurtin'
Fallin' through a spiral
Vital signs are looking uncertain
I'm not a young person
I'm not a dumb person
Blood in my throat
Tears in my eyes
Pain in my limbs
Lungs hurtin'
I don't see the drugs workin'
Shit that was a dumb purchase
I'm paranoid they're gonna find me
In a slump; murdered
"Bwah, you lonely prick
You should be on some stony shit
Emotionless, forget about the worries
Then they won't exist"
Won't exist?
Man, people talk bullshit too much
I'm about to smoke this light bulb
While you pussies hit the blunt
Chop up Ajax in a line; sniff it
Drink that bleach; it tastes horrific
Shapes are shiftin'
Brain is missin'
In another place existing
Wave the one; insane magician
Tape and listen back, you missed it
Twistin' off the cap and sippin' this radioactive liquid