Toxicomaniac
(Paulo)
Poor creature who destroys himself
His life a great agony
Not even control himself anymore
His mind is more and more weak
His vice won’t decrease
The pleasure of illusion rules you
It’s too late to leave this shit
You can’t get rid of your weakness
Chemical goes into your body
Blood leads it to your brain
Your souls calm down for a while
Till you fall into your next depression toxicomaniac
Unhappy to death
The jackals laugh at you
Making you sink , deeper and deeper
While you go blind
Drugs blow you out inside
Your time is short
Till you have an overdose
Which will push you down into hell
Bloodshoted eyes hallucinations
The action of drug action faces you
Paranoia anxiety
For an essential thing to your living
Antibodies are replaced
To fight against the soaking drug
Your pleasure has a price
The necessity of your body
Till you die
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