I've lost my head

I have no clue of what's in my head
I have no clue of what's on my mind
I am part of a grind
And there's no peace of mind
It's too simple to write these lines
Rhyme them and they sound fine.

When I lay alone on that big wooden bed
It seems I have pots of hashish in my head
No weight to the thoughts I've ever had
It oscillates between from bad to worse and from worse to bad
And then i can hear it go tick tock, tick tock
When will it give way, this chocablock.

Endless wait for an endless explosion
Freedom from the earth's exploitation
No fusion and no fission
And really a man with no mission
I am dead before I die
I am living but a lie.

And all I can do is wait to be led.
After all, I've lost my head.