Death’s cold fingers
Seem to beckon me
And I’m not surprised..
Lungfuls of smoke
Don’t quell no pain
Mary Jane in my blood
Does nothing to refrain..
Yes I’m high on the adrenaline
As I stand on the ledge
A step from the end
Driven to the edge
Yes I’m high
But no narcotic should get the blame
You think I’m fucked??
Too bad, we’re all fucked the same..
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