Drugs are bad/lullaby for the junkie.

When the pills and needles stop dancing we are all alone again.

The wold comes back at you full force with hellfire in to.

The soft fuzzy shield has dried out and hardened.

With no other high to gain, everything has lost its weight and power.

Everything most likely faded right along with the mind.

Shoot up and the bricks stack themselves up once more for the night.

The needles​ tips are broken and the pills are a sicking greenish yellow.

However, they will have to pass for sheep just for tonight.

Just untill the dreams finally take me to the end of existence.