(32) Repeat.Intoxication.Process (R.I.P.) 02/01/2016 @ 3:11pm

Cocaine, marijuana, meth, pills and alcohol.
Fantasizing to be free both mentally & physically.
Will I seek help anytime soon?
Will I ever be high enough to reach the moon?

I lost my self control, I have no sense of hope.
The day will come, I’ll fatality drop from dope.
Unstable by the teardrop.
Countless narcotics, it’s a one stop shop.

Penny for your thoughts?
I’m drunk and nauseous, stomach knots.
Why am I breaking speed limits?
Will the drugs ever be off-limits?

I’m running on adrenaline!
In the dark, I’m quite the gentleman.
Living my way, drugs don’t play.
My crave for purple haze isn’t just a phase.

Chaos triggers my aggression.
Brain cells die with every intoxication.
Don’t depend on yours truly, cause I will let you down.
Life is bleak, death is inbound.

Hibernating behind smoke screens;
Tooting methamphetamines.
Nodding off on toxins, cause I’m dead inside; R.I.P.
Wasting away in the shadows, how it’ll always be.

I wake up in the morning & repeat.
Line me another, the taste is bitter sweet.
Roll me another joint.
Pop me another pill.