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Sitting here in a trashed up state

Listening to repetative thuds of Dance music

Give me more zone outs and lay backs

Let me wish for grooves and inspiration



Madness lying to my brain

Groove allowed hitting and hitting

And hitting my thoughts

Urging them to calm down



And now I lay on the floor

With coke in my veins

And laugh at the nothingness

Of simple random thoughts



Another line please doctor

As he hands me the golden tube

It's fighting thats hard

But why not, why the hell not



And then I go swimming

Far and far away

Lengths and depths we swim

And far more beyond the imagination



I come round begging for the doctor

And he calm my needs

At £15 a shot

Who can care, care, care



I have a wallet full of fun

Come make me join your envy

I need to know what it feels like

You people of undesirable flesh



Come On, join you people

The addiction isn't hard

You need another swig, toke, needle

Another release, release from me



No regret

Never regret

Never hold

Never die



I cannot die

I must hold on

I can hold on

The next line will be better



More, more and more

the doctor has gone

I still have my wallet

I must have more!



Feed my addiction

Or It will die

Feed my addiction

Or I will die



Die I must

Lying cold on stone

Die I can't cos I am healed

Healed from the world

How Can I Die Now?