| Turning to the bottle. Drown the images, suffocate the Mirror and take all that which was so much easier, who are you to judge or push me down? No one, nothing, a weak link, crack in the fault line, so take all those insignificent words and. Hault. What it is, within the Fire water, I desire to shoot down like the flipping of a quarter is Magnificent to me, it helps me see, and lets me leave this shit hole. For a little while, just a simple short time, so I want have to see the Vile, the Cattle, The Denial, the Needle which pricks the Junkies skin and leaves them broken and bleeding, needing more of that shit. That sucks them down. I'm drinking this, and Watching that. Its sick, all of this seems like I don't know what to call it, fuck all of it. I'm shutting it off. So go ahead maggot, cough. I'm not here to lye in a gutter, I will deny the Needle, I'll turn to the bottle, I'll fuss, and call her, but I want get wasted and fuck for the Dollar. Junkie! Where are you when your out of smack?! Living a life where you keep stabbing your back! Hey! Concrete Jungle Monkey looking for a Snack! do you like the smack! Iv emptied the bottle, and I have a gun, just think about your vein which throbs, and look at me and want to rob. I'll lay you down, I'll set you free. I'll feed you some metal replace the needle with a bullet! help you find the guts you lost when you turned to a drug that makes you nuts! DRUNK VS JUNKIE! YEAH! Bring it on, so I can sing your funeral song! DRUNK VS JUNKIE! Hey, want some of this NINE! ITS ALL MINE! YOU CAN HAVE THE HOLLOW POINTS! Thats how i'll make my Point! Just watch the spectator smoke his joint! DRUNK VS JUNKIE! I'LL KILL YOU AND NO ONE WILL CARE! |
