Puppet on a Chain

It feels good
running away
from my shadows
i see every day
it feels good
to kill em
when i'm high

It feels good
playing i'm in control
on cloud nine
where i can evolve
from this
soul destroying life

But it goes bad
when my supply
starts running
dry
and my body
wants to curl up and die

I feel sick
when my mind is surfing
on waves
of unbearable pain
and my shadows are screaming
for more of the same
all lined up to play
Their Games