Witches Chant

Bright eyed boy, young and stern
At the age of one began to turn
Dad’s run off from his unloved bride
Sent the poor boy to reside
Without hope, the pain did grow
His shallow past, locked in his soul.

Heroin, cocaine, medication
Save him from this internal damnation.

Music became his way to flee
Away from them and eventually
Led his habits to his demise
Was himself he did despise.
The drugs he hated, yet still loved
Yet still in veins, needles did shove.

Heroin, cocaine, medication
Save him from this internal damnation.

Paranoia did now set in
Inside the closet, his gun and him
The fear of everyone around
If mother saw him, would she be proud?
The fame, the fortune, the music, this life
Shadowed his vision, was all in spite.

Heroin, cocaine, medication
Save him from this internal damnation.

Sprawled on floor, veins collapsed
His health and career come and past
The life he lived, a sporadic mess
A subtle cry of his distress
Until he gazed up and saw a face
The answer to all, his saving grace.

Heroin, cocaine, medication
Can he save himself from this damnation?

He gathered himself and walked right through
The filthy streets where he once threw
His life away, his tattered past
The sober life again he grasp
A light shown bright, he released his cling
A high so great no drugs could bring.

Heroin, cocaine, medication
No more torment from this damnation.

Now he sits, our bright eyed boy
His life of addiction he did destroy
Thankful now for what does thrive
How he barely made out alive
And though he changed through thick and thin
There is now one path, never followed again.

Heroin, cocaine, medication
He saved himself from this damnation.