Penetrating my skin with the filthy, pre-owned injections,
Times were bad, stars were dull,
No peace I found, no hums to surround,
I yowl, lying down in the heart of mother earth,
Dying with every stroke, never brooding over repercussions,
I swallow the agonizing anguish of no worth.
The world around me is vivacious,
I, on the other hand living the most tragic demise,
Alms they throw, receive a gracias,
I get some pennies for my drugs, 'tis no less than a prize.
The clothes stinking, my hair sticky,
Bathing myself in scorching heat,
With dust and depression making me witty,
and with swear words, they throw me off the street.
It started an year ago, making my obsession grow,
Some weed at a local shop, cigarettes from a friend,
And led me to this never ending dwam and trance,
Pleasant hallucinations at start, terrifying nightmares'd follow.
Times were bad, stars were dull,
My father died, the business sull,
Escape I found, on the darkest of road,
Turned into a living death whilst seeking gold.
No peace I found, no hums to surround,
Long nights of groan, never ending days of wails,
A wish I make with every drug I take,
Not open my eyes again to these deathly trails.
