Heroin
The smoke, the taste from tower 10
A hook up ,with beauty of heroin
My body cracked from joy and tense
I can't leave , its love and hence
Trepidation from words they rant
Blustery of fear screaming that I can't
Oh the smoke the taste the heroin
It's my docility,the pain that its a sin
A fish can't leave a trap in a weel
And we can't band heroin that we steal
I forgot the way of how it feels
Cuz it was never me and was never real
And we keep hiding the pleasure from fear
Then show it in a sudden with some tears
Cuz you never knew that it will heal
Every sloven day and every word you hear
Oh the smoke the taste the heroin
I knew I'll be bound to a powders smell
When you can never show and never tell
Cuz it's the charm of the colors
And the grace of trying the better
Oh right when I discovered that freedom got a taste
I sigh on every day that i waste
Cuz I discovered freedom with a dance
But i left in fear and groveled then ran
Oh the smoke the taste the heroin
But now I'm an addict to freedom
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