Textures to die

It's the end of high school
it was a hard trip to go through
Got my honey in the passenger
the show's where we're going too

Every weekend it was the same
from ecstasy, to pure cocaine
Irish car bombs and mescalin
lsd and lsa
oxy's, codeine, prozac and vicodin
nicotine and fungi dreams
nothing was outside our scene
....at least that's how it seemed

Hallucinations in every way
flashbacks almost everyday
we were young, dumb, and reckless
nothing could prevent this
take a knife to the chest
and realize your friends dead
4 aco-dmt, another persons vivid dream
i couldn't help but fight his needs
to suicide and end it clean
45 a minute fight, wishing maybe he would die
couldn't get the knives out of sight
we cornered him eventually

until this day I'll stray away
awaken almost everyday
like i lived my final days
in almost every single way
from attacks with knives, to suicide
I've fought them all and still alive
but in my mind i don't feel fine...
i probably never will, and ill never die...