Sick High

Walking though an old town
blood and chlorine cake the ground
the smell of pot fills the air
cause the drugs are free and no one cares

Dirt huts filled with needles and knives
the images of ruined lives
An underground land of crack
the pain goes away, but the thoughts come back

Sewers filled with penthouse whores
their beautiful faces are no more
broken, beaten, shit on and scarred
that's what makes being a slut so hard

Track marks on the poor man's arms
befriend the drugs that cause him harm
cause drugs are what's in fashion these days
clothes come and go, but meth always stays

Sex and money, drugs and fame
our world is a fucked up disgusting game
if you remember one thing, don't take it too lightly
Lifes' the shittiest drug, no sick high, not even slightly