Sick Says the Drug
first its a thought
then its a need
heroin cravings
bringing me to my knees
like a knife in the stomach
pain twisting
my brain on fire
the hurt kissing
No finding still
lost in your own corpse
sick, says the drug?
for you, no remorse
then its a need
heroin cravings
bringing me to my knees
like a knife in the stomach
pain twisting
my brain on fire
the hurt kissing
No finding still
lost in your own corpse
sick, says the drug?
for you, no remorse