Текст песни Riddle

Spend my days With resentment Close your mind to the real Stand your ground and feel contentment Lose yourself in its appeal I got a better way To lose my mind I brew my own hell to pass the time Until its 420 You got your mind In a riddle You got your soul in a can They'll keep your head down at the bottom And you're doing whatever you think it takes to make it Feast your eyes on the natural Rest your head and feel the need Lose yourself in a ten to one countdown Drain yourself until you bleed I found a better way to lose my mind I brew my own hell to pass the time Until its 420 You got your mind in a riddle You got your soul in a can They'll keep your head down at the bottom And you're doing whatever you think it takes to make it I'll bring me down to size It's just a waste of time Don't' bring me down to size Its just a state of mind Spend my days with resentment Close your mind to the real Stand your ground and feel contentment Lose yourself in its appeal You got your mind in a riddle You got your soul in a can They'll keep your head down at the bottom And you're doing whatever you think it takes to make it