Superior

I come from a broken city
For some reason I call it home
A menace that looks so pretty
It'll steal your soul when you're alone

You'll fall in love with promises of fun
Mescaline, heroin, just ask, we have it all
All these pills in the form of a cocked gun
Stacks on stacks, we can teach you how to ball

Amphetamines to keep you alive in the night time
Opiates to put your mind at ease
Hallucinogens to live two dimensions combined
Always popping bottles and smoking tree

Thinkin' this must be the promised land
Hell, home of the young, wild, and free
The Twin Ports are much more than that, man
Run with us and you'll see

Raise up, 715, and the party will never end
Let it take control and the rest won't make sense
It seems like forgotten dreams, dead friends is the new trend
So why are we forfeiting our last chance?

Andrew Lee, dearly loved, may you rest in peace
The whole town cried when the news hit
And I made you a promise I intend to keep
I'm clean now, crawlin' out the pit

So heaven called you home and you went
Joining an angel we lost three weeks before
An example, is that what God meant?
Fallen on deaf ears, I guess we want more

We all shun the truth, the fun ran out
Because the game is all we know
It won't be us, we say with no doubt
As if reality didn't show

I come from a broken city
For some reason I call it home
But hopelessness is all I see
All in the sake of being stoned