I'm high of downers and stimulants.
Any white powder I find, I'm sniffing it.
I'm deaf to the screams of the innocent.
Cutting out ligaments.
Blood drops floating in the wind.
Life's a punishment.
Can't wait to be dead again.
Time for my medicine.
Slashing my wrists again.
Addiction
for mutilation.
Deep down in my basement.
Can't stop shivering.
Blood dripping from the skin.