Reality hits I gasp for my breath I can see again after a red mist Gaze at the destruction There's nothing left Bridges have been broken Lives have been torn Ripped apart by an anger Without any cause An anger without thought The brunt of the damage is a verbalised slew There's a weight to my words at the end of this fuse All my mates are like DUDE! Calm down...! The **** is it with you?! I'm like the opposite of Midas What I touch turns to **** Just pass me that **** to relieve myself And I take a couple hits But then I'm a car crash in a moment A mental explosion So I try and stop my involvement This **** lasts for about a week Till curiosity gets the better And I've had another draw Back to the start again I guess Now my brains chillin with Curious George Okay, I'll tell you a little bit more About this "fellow" This "Curious George" It's a name for a thought Telling you to dabble, to cause Mischief and mayhem with packs of drugs Your well earnt money has bought Taking over conscious thought Is his final master plan Deception is his game In the form of a helping hand "Experiment with my **** to see what life is like" "How can you say no to these wicked ideas" "Yeah just take a pill, it'll get rid of your fears" Now you're crawling around Whilst you're bashed off your face Climbing up ladders, When really they're snakes Then it's on to the tabs You taste that tingle on your tongue "Go on, lick another one, the fun has only just begun" So you do another one Until you've never had enough. The life and stuff you knew before dims and fades away A never-ending state A shadow of your former self A conscious living grave Or that would've been the case Had there not been a saving grace To aid along the way