A tender softness

Decaying all my hope

Rotting away my soul

A line of coke

Threatened by a blade

The lead thrust upon me

Breaking through my guard

A blissful white hell

Inhabited by my lies

Truth at the end of the path,

The hard, long darkened path

Towards freedom I never sought

That safety beyond my reach

Cold and clammy hands

Holding up my wrists

Preventing me from escape

This drug is a disease