Maybe I'm rollin' lonely or I'm goin' blind Darkened wit on your high horse spewing bullshit High and dry and dead in the water Draw the shades, resign, don't bother none Or I'm going blind Maybe I, in my freeze-dried token state of mind Paint the world in the shade I always do Sometimes we won't commiserate You know I cannot wait Eyes open, tyranny begins Presumptions are creeping up again