On this lonesome highway

 




Bridges engulfed
no going back
Bridges engulfed
warm safety blanket

There once was a silver spoon
that soon became a blackened mess
The dish stood aghast
lost within the crack den

On the needle crucified
chasing the face of God
Sound those drums the marching powders arrived
Caved in the septum spelunkers

A hand full of darts smoldering still
coffin nails for that nicotine fix
Liver pickled
Getting that Amphetamine feel

Mainlining time like she's gone out of fashion
When all that's done said someone
All that remains
A pile of rotting flesh