Inject the god that makes me whole.
That's why I need a drug that hugs my soul.

Brief clarity before dirty wind drags me all about.
Mind now numb no longer able to dictate a verbal doubt.

Perpetuate the cycle of drugs debt and depression.
Quit today, stop tomorrow, take a life on short term borrow.

Monsoon mother on the way, just for interest from far away.
Overcome the meltdown, climb out of the bag don't want to drown.

Clear in thought and deed, to return control to us is what we need.
To get away from the influence now clearly makes such logical sense.

Down the corridor and through the door,
Lives nothing more than a needle whore.

Wet dream comforts a planned escape,
Gives not a fuck for a childhood raped.

Song lyrics full of false metaphor,
One step beyond psychological war.

Keep denying what yourself you tell,
That things are all going good and well.

In a jar by the bed a scene of drug lust,
Full to the top with plastic and rust.

One day soon I hope you break the spell,
Before it all catches up and you go to hell.