Drugs find friends
Death awaits me my angel
For I am a deep thinker wide awake
Lost in his own memories
The further back I go, the more difficult it is for me to understand what is really true  
Non harmful self-reaction is what I have, until I speak
Maybe I’m not damaged at all just ******* different
Different genes in our DNA, makes us all unique
Prefect is yet to come, or at the least a perfect standard
All these feelings generated from the inside
They are feeding off of what we are really made of
Leaving this **** leftover
Is this what I have become?
Everybody’s staring at me, maybe I’m just staring at them
I found my inspiration
I am going to nail my inspiration, to a cross
Or whatever..
It’s a hard, fast ******* world, that will have you sweating paranoia