Sordid Saint
December 1st, 2012, 12:40 AM
The old way of life arised
old habits disguised as lies
I nod off thinking of bluer skies
Acid tabs and BHO dabs
its the stronger shit i gotta have
move on to roxicet tab-lets
light it up chase the dragon
next came the brown,
find a spike, find a bag then
shoot it up, try to feel my passion
thus marks the beginning of the end
or is the end of the beginnning
i cant begin to pretend
this addiction is a struggle i cant let it get the best of me
but the best of me, is the rest of me
locked up inside without the key
poisonous substances taking over my body
the real me is a human, a person, sombody
not a junkie fuckup whose stuck up and ignorant
the active me's a monster who is fucked up and belligerent
Deep down inside i know im anything but innocent
But I hate when I get blamed for every fucking incident
But I guess thats the consequence for being a cheat, a scum, a liar
And thats what really comes to you when youre a back slider
So as I pick up that lighter
And spark up that fire
The truth starts to transpire
Of the events that were prior
And as the fumes get me higher
I start to acquire
A devilish desire
For drugs that I require
Just to stay normal and sane
Without it Im completely fucked up in the brain
Tearing my hear out, crying when it rains
screamin at the sky wondering whose to blame
for all the things in my life thats happened, is it me?
I didnt ask for all this shit it really couldnt be
but the more i think
and the more that i ponder
it startss to make sense
yet my mind wanders
from the simple fact
that it's all my fault....
old habits disguised as lies
I nod off thinking of bluer skies
Acid tabs and BHO dabs
its the stronger shit i gotta have
move on to roxicet tab-lets
light it up chase the dragon
next came the brown,
find a spike, find a bag then
shoot it up, try to feel my passion
thus marks the beginning of the end
or is the end of the beginnning
i cant begin to pretend
this addiction is a struggle i cant let it get the best of me
but the best of me, is the rest of me
locked up inside without the key
poisonous substances taking over my body
the real me is a human, a person, sombody
not a junkie fuckup whose stuck up and ignorant
the active me's a monster who is fucked up and belligerent
Deep down inside i know im anything but innocent
But I hate when I get blamed for every fucking incident
But I guess thats the consequence for being a cheat, a scum, a liar
And thats what really comes to you when youre a back slider
So as I pick up that lighter
And spark up that fire
The truth starts to transpire
Of the events that were prior
And as the fumes get me higher
I start to acquire
A devilish desire
For drugs that I require
Just to stay normal and sane
Without it Im completely fucked up in the brain
Tearing my hear out, crying when it rains
screamin at the sky wondering whose to blame
for all the things in my life thats happened, is it me?
I didnt ask for all this shit it really couldnt be
but the more i think
and the more that i ponder
it startss to make sense
yet my mind wanders
from the simple fact
that it's all my fault....