Your choice

You think that we don't see you
believing you are ever so discrete
Paranoia overload
high as a kite, butt naked, riding your unicorn up the street
You fidget and you squirm as your body screams for more
You've given in to crystal meth - the devil's little whore
You think that we don't see what a tortured life you live
telling yourself its just a social drug, nothing of concern.. But before you
know it, you're doing petty crimes just to make an earn
Where did that happy loving person go, you know
the one you were before
the choice was yours to make the day evil knocked upon your door.
You think that we don't see you
all scabbed up and so suddenly thin
living in your secret fantasy world
constantly fighting those all mighty demons from within.
So now it has you beat or that's what you believe
as you find yourself homeless, out on the street - this life you've chose to lead
you're standing at a crossroads
It's up to you to leave
your secret world of lies when you
sold your soul to the devil for that precious crystal prize
did you truly understand it would become your ultimate demise.
So now you've hit rock bottom the choice is yours to make
get clean today Or prepare that deadly final bake
Crystal Meth
 it's a deal with the devil for he will have your soul to take