Cold, Cheap & Disconnected Lyrics - 2002

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Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red
Fog, I?m not the only, timefucked and lonely

Thirst, no friend of mine, I?m E.T going wild
Mushed, my piece of mind?s nowhere to find
Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts
Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought

Cool, creative and damn collected?
Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected

From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust...
The return of the pleasant fog... I?m L.I.T.D