The lion feeds on the junkies needs believing to be satisfied
 but want is a cruel troll
 to feed him is an empty hole
 with the needle he is only pacified
while out he stalks his prey
 He makes the needy his most Sumptuous tray
 for the rich know that the lions at the door
He prowls for Endless wants
Upon his path the lion haunts
The rich let him Feast upon the poor
But wisdom has prepared her table
As the master chose the stable
To extend a hand in place of wealthy greed
Now he provides the power
Where the Lions sought to devour
On his palm was carved  salvations Creed