(32) Repeat.Intoxication.Process (R.I.P.) 02/01/2016 @ 3:11pm

Cocaine, marijuana, meth, pills and alcohol.

Fantasizing to be free both mentally & physically.

Will I seek help anytime soon?

Will I ever be high enough to reach the moon?

I lost my self control, I have no sense of hope.

The day will come, I’ll fatality drop from dope.

Unstable by the teardrop.

Countless narcotics, it’s a one stop shop.

Penny for your thoughts?

I’m drunk and nauseous, stomach knots.

Why am I breaking speed limits?

Will the drugs ever be off-limits?

I’m running on adrenaline!

In the dark, I’m quite the gentleman.

Living my way, drugs don’t play.

My crave for purple haze isn’t just a phase.

Chaos triggers my aggression.

Brain cells die with every intoxication.

Don’t depend on yours truly, cause I will let you down.

Life is bleak, death is inbound.

Hibernating behind smoke screens;

Tooting methamphetamines.

Nodding off on toxins, cause I’m dead inside; R.I.P.

Wasting away in the shadows, how it’ll always be.

I wake up in the morning & repeat.

Line me another, the taste is bitter sweet.

Roll me another joint.

Pop me another pill.