Drugs

He walks the streets gazing down

With blank expression, never does he raise a brow

He feels empty, wishing he could start fresh

Open his heart like a book and tear the fucking pages out

 

Cash and drugs is the only thing he chases down

Take a trip and journey in to Satan's house

At first he only wanted to take a browse

He's always talking shit, if only he could taste his mouth

 

Silly silly boy, he didn't listen to what mama used to say about

drugs and alcohol now his bank account

is empty, his car is breaking down

He can't afford to get a repair and stress is weighing him down

 

His mind is twisted so much it can never be straightened out

He used to have friends but he taped their mouths

Their arms with chains around them

and they're just skeletons sleeping in his basement now

 

He sits on a couch and thinks about the things he could've done with his life

He's an asshole now but believe it or not once he was nice

The thug life comes with a price

From the beginning he knew that he would be juggling knives

 

It was all fun and money til he got one stuck in his eye

Moved on from weed now he's fucking with ice

Feels like he's stuck in another di-

mention

If someone tries to talk to him he doesn't reply

 

He lost his only friend that he could trust with his life

He walks alone and nothing's alright

Drops to his knees and looks up at the sky

Wishes he could fucking just die