there's nothing to do
but I can't keep up with myself

under my tongue and eyes
i hold the presence of my anger

traveling through my emotions
trying to find something

beating my head on the wall
trying to break this confusion

I see these needles that make me bleed
I feel is if I am pin cushion

filled with pain and pity
boasting my pride

but deep down inside I hurt
never knowing laughter or love

my feelings are gone
my excitement is gone  
my drive is gone

the only love I have
is for the dope man

what's the truth
how do I escape from myself

endless ****** up behavior
I must lose

this is not for you
this is not for you

is it sacred
what comes from you

dedication,
with no power
is nothing to do

this is not for you
this is not for you