Its Fucked.

your so fucked up on drugs,
You dont here anyone except the voices in your head.
You insain mate.
You crave it,
To trip, and spin.
Feel like the worlds spinning,
Your tripppin hard core,
To busy having fun with you fake life.
You dont have the time to have fun with your own kids.
Watch them grow up.

Listen,
Wake up to your self man,
Your living a night mare cant you see,
Quite the shit,
Im taking your fun away from you,
You need to watch you children grow up,
Have fun with them before its to late.
Watch them tears turn into laughter.

The tears they shed,
It was from watching you care to much for them drugs,
The trippin, mind fucked drugs.
You dont see them crying,
Why, because your spinning.
Not seeing a thing thats sitting in front of you.
Your sitting on your chair,
Arms out,
Seeings things your not ment to.
Quite the shit,
Grow up,
Leave the drugs,
And come back to reality of your children..
Dont leave them to suffer from your mistakes.
Dont let your night mare become something real.

There only young,
Your a bad influance,
There going to grow up,
And the only thing the will turn to,
Will be drugs,
Because they watched you have fun trippin.
You told them to stop.
Why should they,
You never listened to them cry,
You didnt watch them suffer,
Its your time to feel the pain,
And watch them get fucked up.

Stand up and wake up,
Mate, your a bad infuance,
If you dont stop with the shit,
Your night mare will soon come real.

You dont want to see you beautiful kids turn into you.
If you dont want that then stop.

STOP NOW BEFORE YOU COMPLETELY FUCK UP YOU AND YOUR CHILDRENS LIFES.

Dont make your night mare become real.