I don't understand why I'm so low all the time Maybe it's something I did sometime Or something in my system turning me to waste Or maybe it is my system I've been fucked up all week It's just me - I've been like this for weeks It's just that suddenly I was low and it's so obvious It keeps me going all day and all night I get this recurring image Of a concrete toilet block And for some reason, for some reason I know what it feels like To squeeze an adams apple Right up someone's throat And someone is gone and I'm feeling funny And tall scrub scratching me with its itchy heat Keeps coming at me like a rough scar touching Cool white linen sheets Like a red hot poker burning itself Burying itself deep within, deep within my head And I somehow know I'll never find myself One single place where i can be solitary For me on my, on my own To be by myself Could be best for everyone Could be the best And I can feel it coming Summer's sticky heat And I can feel it burning And I can feel it It's heat And I'll do it again Even though I know I shouldn't I feel it I'll do it again I can feel it I feel it!