He said he'd try just a little bit He didn't want to end up just like them Now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder Pounding on the door to make the next score
Anything for a hit Any sin to pay for it For that next bowl He'd sell his soul
Spiral to destruction It's too late to break the spell He wants the ride to stop On his freight train straight to hell
Without the truth he'll never find In a dungeon of his lies His cause of death High speed on burnt ice
Always looking at the ground A broken, beaten man Memories of his family Are calling after him
He can hardly think, hardly walk Phone keeps ringing, he can't talk With just one hit the pain would go away But he's dead if he does
Shadow people follow him Everywhere he goes Looking over his shoulder The paranoia grows
Last time I listened to this my connect had got arrested and I was on like day 3 of no dope, on a mattress soaked in sweat, smelling like bile and piss and watching light just barely come through the blinds again. At the time I was at the peak of my habit, doing 3-5 g a day and Xanax/Ativan/ opana/ Duragesic. I was so dopesick i was overheating and dizzy. At one point everything was spinning so much that when I laid at the end of the bed and closed my eyes for a moment, I woke up with a jump bc it felt like I was upside down. Started smoking random pebbles and cooking up scraps of carpet and a baby food jar of old moldy cottons. Just fucking miserable.
