Heroin's Grip
• Written by Xeaclare
Xeaclare's Notes
Copyright © 2015 FLAK Records LLC.
intravenous injection or poisonous perfection
a genius deception employed in this lesson
selling my possessions to fund my obsession
cycles of deception to continue my oppression
What you might call mortal sin is just my morning.
a vicious circle that's an eternal mission,
scoring my only thought as the clock is ticking
only a few hours before I start kickin'
All it takes is that one shot or thin white line
goodbye to any free thought, n' heroin is your lifeline
My only ambition is my endless dope spree
Chemicals masking the darkness, injectable bliss
the devil that now holds the harness to your soul
he creeps in while your noddin, stealin your self-control
Don't get it wrong I aint romanticize this shit
I'm just fuckin verbalizin' heroin's disguise
illegitimate enterprises your only choice
I'm just a hypocrite, never been legitimate
The lethal dose that just might be fatal
That ever faithful angel heroin waiting
while intoxicatin' and always captivatin'
Flirting with death, no time to grieve
smoking meth while trying to catch a breath
//Copyright © 2015 FLAK Records LLC.
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Xeaclare
Member since January 23 2015