You wake up holdin' tight to a 20-dollar bill
forgetting how you got it takes all your will
You make your way to see the man
And it’s another ****** 25 to a gram
What a way to start the day
But you find a vain and make the sickness go away
you feel the shame and humiliation as you succumb to the numb
and let the fog cover who you have become
To meet that need
Because there is a beast you must feed
You feed it pieces of you
as who you were slips out of view