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There's just something about it

It complicates my simple mind.

Trying to find a hiding place

where I'll stash my next find.

I need to feel alive!



Stolen, bought, or mass produced-

Who cares just how it gets here?

Painless once I get the Juice.

Unlimited, but it will soon dissapear.

My ritual always starts the same.

No one can stop me now.

I love being a pawn in this sick game

and nothing will hold me down.

On the counter is where I lay my blow

And roll my dollar bill.

Up my nasal passage is where it goes

untill I get my fill.

I'm giggling and I'm wide eyed.

Can't stop the dripping deep inside

I've never felt more alive.



But then my dope gets smaller

And smaller and smaller till one drop

is all that occupies an empty baggy.

I should turn it inside out I suppose

and lick all thats left of it.

Or should I send it up my nose?

God now I don't give a shit.

I need more damn it! I need more!

There is only one cure for this headache.

This come down, I can't handle it for

I am crying, I am dying!

Oh my God I just need more!

Just one more bump, one more line

to escape.

I promise this will be my last intake.

Please give me more to stay alive?



I'm searching for loot but there's none in sight.

Looks like I'll be alone again tonight.

I guess I will lick the countertops

to get that last numb sting

I hope I never see the cops.

I don't give a fuck about anything

I scream, I lash, I'm breaking stuff.

I need my lovely snow!

Rocking like I'm insane on the floor,

"Drugs is all I know.

I can't even stay alive."



There's just something about it

It complicates my simple mind.

Trying to find a hiding place

Where I can stay alive.