Herion

Unlike her cousins  
she hides a darker sin
burnt baggy eyes and a devious grin
She has ladders built in her soul  
And pulls them out when
she's angry tired and bold
 
Up.. up..up right in her nose  
As she cowardly boast  
"Im in control"
Sadly No, it’s a learned condition  
So I watch from a distant  
As She climbs to her death  
Then back to sleep
to regain strength  
A drowsy uncomfortable trance  
A far away glance  
 
Oh she's up again  
searching For hope
Tighter...tighter  
as she pulls on the rope
In goes the pin
Under the vein as she slides it in
Ahhhhhhh
And theres' a Nod
Lower and lower  
Oh my God!  
everything goes
with the queen of dope
She still believes in A God
but walks with no hope
Shes in control  
And believes it So
I'm holding her hand as she let's go
Im holding her hand as she go.