don’t get chained, you’ll be a slave. everything is lost and nothing is gained.

always hunting. the daily grind: it will and is devouring the mind.

of a junkie in bed, who’s deeply sinking, down into his own head. what is he thinking? 

the next hit. the quick fix. the real cure. the flame’s lit. 

now do some more! wake up face down on the floor.

this is the process. steps: 1,2,3! ready as the coin tosses. here’s true, blue honesty.

coming on strong, wave of this numb weight. head on collision, as here comes fate.

kicking death at his side, who bares the light, red flag! out cold. goodbye and goodnight.

suddenly he came to, though he’s still pretty hazy, woo… 

but shaking now, about to gag. he yells “fuck off, buy another bag!”

spike to the main vein, one final hit. just to numb to the pain, he’ll never quit.

here comes the train, and he’s tied to the tracks, empty junkie brain, heroin. there ain’t no turning back.