Intro:
After all we have gone thru in this harmful lifestyle we pride ourselves in. It’s awful how we argue. When it’s all thru, we will see how true we were in the long thru.
Verse 1:
My old best friend is almost dead.
Holes in his head from the dope he did.
I hope he opens his own eyelids and realizes
that he’s down-right sick…
My whole town couldn’t take the heat,
so we ate OC and became zombies.
The walking dead with a chalk-line set
around this girl in her apartment.
She quit for a grip but her friend started
pushing her again with the same garbage.
She died that night from an over-dose.
Gone comatose and the case was closed.
It takes a toll ‘cuz her age was low.
It’s a shame that she ain’t able to grow.
We’ve had our fun but it’s catching up.
Bodies stacking up and cops attacking drugs.
Chorus:
We all get stuck, it’s a load of shit.
We reload our clips and let our domes split.
It’s an opening in our hopes again.
The road it spins to our hopelessness.
Verse 2:
I’m not pointing fingers, I’m part of the problem.
Drugs? Got lots of ‘em. Always down for popping some.
Hopping down the rabbit hole. ‘Cuz I’m bad as all of ya’ll
with my agonizing habits, grabbing on me after all.
I’m happy for all the addicts out there.
Your family’s right here, buzzin like Light Year.
We hide fears behind peers with pipes, yeah.
Hi there. I’ve got a bag of shrooms I’d like to share.
Everyone I know is always high on dope.
Or blow a whole load of coke. We love to dose.
We go toke for toke ‘cuz we never choke.
The smoke’s like air once you let it go.
I guess I know where there stress is honed.
In my chest, it grows, when I’m left alone.
With a bag of bones and irrational plans
to ran-sack all the capsules at home.
I keep spiraling down. I’m wired for now.
Once the lighter goes out, I’m as high as the clouds.
