All of my friends; they are on ******
I doubt I will see many of them again
Hour by hour they are dropping like flies
Not a day passes where one doesn't die
Can you imagine the pain you have to feel on the inside
A pain so deep it goes far beyond a cry
To stick a needle in your arm just to feel relief
The substance in the needle becomes your only belief
From safe happy children to roaming the streets
Dying again and again every day every week
No logic behind the willingness to throw away all you have
Sell your soul ten times over just for a forty dollar bag
I can relate to the madness that becomes every day
I can relate to the struggle that comes in so many ways
I can relate to the attraction of chemically induced bliss
I know what its like when your whole life is ****
And so the dealers get rich
While my friends fade away
Looking gaunt, hollow, and sick
Passing slowly through nights and days
It makes me sick
Knowing what someone will do for a fix
Once proud sons and daughters now
On the corners ******* *****
Black tar becomes the holy grail
Black tar becomes your heart
It ensures you will always fail
You will pass into a hell of dark
All my friends are on ******
I wont be seeing any of them again
They were noble and proud and right and so good
And they all end up in coffins of satin and wood