I opened a door Immoral and vile Less than the blink of an eye She embraced her wild In needles and ****** And bent steel spoons I left her there In her anti-social doom
So long ago When immortality ruled The rush of madness That we pursued Lost like rats In city walls Chasing death Until we fall...
Some of those addicts Will never have the will to cure their minds and souls. Perhaps they lack what we have.