Smack

The pleasure of drugs can fill my lungs till they explode but it ain't enough,
I need the stuff the makes me feel like I'm alive again,
For I can breathe again,
Without it all I do is shake,
It's become my life and I survive,
From the needle I derive my poison.

Poison,
Slowly killing me,
I can't let it be for it needs me,
It needs to be in these veins,
Without it I'm in pain.

Free?
Never meant a thing to me,
All I do and all I see is a needle filled with smack inside me,
In my arm and in my blood,
This flood of strength comes back to home,
Where it belongs it my arm.