It's A fact of life
This world is truthless.
The best lairs on top,
The system is ruthless.
When you live in the city,
You get slapped in the face.
If you don't want to follow,
Everyone else's pace.
And the devil says,
Your friends don't care.
Why don't you lessen the pain,
While on the edge of dispair.
So go get the needle,
So you can sleep at night.
Maybe when you wake up,
It'll all be alright.
You wake up with a headache,
But you want to stay lost.
Not feel anymore pain,
Whatever the cost.
So you get high in the morning,
Instead of at night.
You wont get in trouble,
But then again you just might.
And when it comes,
You don't want you head to be light.
You don't want to feel dizzy,
Or have dots in your sight.
But your addicted now,
And try as you might.
You need the poisen now,
Morning, afternoon, and night.
