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mutated minds
Breath
Breath
Breath...
Inhail
exhail
Take another drag
let that one out
another
another
ANOTHER!!!
My room is smokey
Smokey and spinning
Around and Around
if it would stay still for only a moment
i would be content
D.A.R.E
Drug
Awareness
Resistance
Education
The stupid pledge that we took
to say no to the drugs!
Fuck the pledge they don't know.
About the pain and agony
about the stress that THEY put on.
All the work and drama
it goes away with a couple drags here
a few snorts there
and a shoot up somewhere else.
they will never find out
if they do then they can fuck off.
Let them find out.
I'll tell them myself if they want me to
i don't care who knows anymore
i just want to get high and float away
into a place where none of this matters
where no one judges you.
To a place where you can just be your self
But that place is not here.
No that place is mythological.
It reminds me of a three headed dog.
No one will let that place be true
no one but me.
maybe another hit will make it real for a while longer.
Just a few more minutes and i will come back.
Needle in.
Some blood spills
damn there's a stain on the carpet
fuck the needles
i need a friends now
the sharp friend that lay's hidden in my drawer.
Oh how he makes me feel good.
But only for a while then the pain is back.
More blood and then....
To be continued in Part two...
Bloody allies.
Breath
Breath...
Inhail
exhail
Take another drag
let that one out
another
another
ANOTHER!!!
My room is smokey
Smokey and spinning
Around and Around
if it would stay still for only a moment
i would be content
D.A.R.E
Drug
Awareness
Resistance
Education
The stupid pledge that we took
to say no to the drugs!
Fuck the pledge they don't know.
About the pain and agony
about the stress that THEY put on.
All the work and drama
it goes away with a couple drags here
a few snorts there
and a shoot up somewhere else.
they will never find out
if they do then they can fuck off.
Let them find out.
I'll tell them myself if they want me to
i don't care who knows anymore
i just want to get high and float away
into a place where none of this matters
where no one judges you.
To a place where you can just be your self
But that place is not here.
No that place is mythological.
It reminds me of a three headed dog.
No one will let that place be true
no one but me.
maybe another hit will make it real for a while longer.
Just a few more minutes and i will come back.
Needle in.
Some blood spills
damn there's a stain on the carpet
fuck the needles
i need a friends now
the sharp friend that lay's hidden in my drawer.
Oh how he makes me feel good.
But only for a while then the pain is back.
More blood and then....
To be continued in Part two...
Bloody allies.
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