And angels taste like morphine,
Like the salt formed on your lips.
The peak brings pleasure,
I know I shouldn't miss.

But days go by,
And sober thoughts turn to suicide,
I just cut another line,
To make my depression hide.

Higher than before,
Kissed her lips and wanted more.
I fell farther than I thought,
Into a hole I'll never leave.

But another *****,
And that rush it brings,
Takes away the pain,
Of you and all your things.