I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet
I learned life lessons through trial and error, pleasure and pain
In more ways than one, and in repeat; weak, no choice but to retreat
To keep track marks discrete, I was desperate, finding harmony in a colony of broken lives,

Incomplete

I did this before,
I broke the habit,

Now I must contrite for all the wrongs done in my life while I was outside myself

In another mentality, where the world is transformed anew

When your under the influence, you lose all track of time and space and in its place, is only brief tranquility and release

It snuck up on me
So eloquently

You're twisted form of art, leaving me with goosebumps, a sweet bile

Now, you've caught me trapped in your web - an appetite for the dead