Trip at the Brain - Hatesphere

I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race

I don’t know what I’ll see, don’t even know what I’ll find

I don’t know what to pack, never been to a trip at the mind

Trip at the brain.

Trip at the brain.

Trip at the brain

Do you know what I’m saying?

Trip at the brain.

Trip at the brain.

Trip at the brain

Well I’m going insane

I took a wrong turn and ended up at my heart

I t could barely even pump no blood it was so thrashed and

Torn apart

Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery

Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny

Fly with me

Flying free

Tripping

You must be tripping

Trip, trip, tripping

Ya ya ya ya you’re tripping

I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes

Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes

Ended up in a cemetery of a thousand wasted days

But that’s alright with me, cause that’s where most of my

Memories lay