Crack,cocain,
****,heroine,
****,LSD,
Don't know what am saying,
Is it my depression,
Or a confession,
Or just a symptom of effusion,
Its my abrasion,
Yes it hurts,
It hurts my body,
It hurts my soul,
but doesn't feel sorry,
these, these filthy little stuff are,
What makes my living possible,*

  Are what makes me controlable,    tell me a way to run from them,     to make them leave me,                 I used to have a life,                 before I went stupid..                       Before i went mad,                          no one to talk to, they were my only friends,             the one i could depend,             even in my darkest days...