A warm needle for a cold night
A little fix & itll be all over
(for a moment with you)
Poking holes in happiness
A little pill goes down so fine
Wash it away with liquor
A little more courage
And a head full of rage
Its just like morphine (they say)
Shot out as hell & recovering from the past
Crowded & loud in my head, take me to the quiet recesses of the mind
Cloudy as hell & buzzing on hallucinogenics
I just love it, the disassociation makes me sick as hell
Ethanol washes over my consciousness, blurring the faded, oh I miss the white lines, those little powdery jaded lies
A snoot of burning fire, a solitary teardrop shed
Wraps around the back of your skull & untightens the shackles of gravitation
High times for the cannibalistic witch hunt (bruja)
All the lights are on up the hill at the haunted cemetary
Ghouls & naughty boys
Snake charmer & a liar for ages
Monkey on your back
Addiction clicks the minutes by like hours
Like a bad habit, like a drug overhelming
The Drag or the Drop, matters very little
Intentions pave the way to Hell
Past lives popping up like an interuption
Hit me with a beating heart
I will drown in a bucket of a water and go down into the hole