"My Meth(od) for Coping"

El Diablo has me, I can
feel his tentacles under
my skin...

lines, glass pipes, the
infamous syringe; all of
these, instruments to
reach my ends

Through these means
multitudes and sundry
spirits have entered in

After all, these bodies
are just doorways and
vortexes in space and
time that beings enter
and habitate within

The heartbreak is all
unbearable when she
looks into your eyes
and says...

"You're Slipping away,"

I guess that's why with
the change comes the
apathy... so that we
can be numb and allow
it to have its way

Through these now hollow
eyes you can peer in and
see the darkness that is
rife inside

This meth(od) has become
my coffin, and herein I climb
inside and hide

One day I know that I'll climb
in and awake on the other
side

The heartbreak is all
unbearable when she
looks into your eyes
and says...

"You're Slipping away,"

I guess that's why with
the change comes the
apathy... so that we
can be numb and allow
it to have its way

"Yeah, because I walk
 through the Valley of
 the Shadow of Meth
 I will Fear no Evil, for
 it is in Me"