Once upon a time
There was a kid who lost his mind
Some days he feels like he tried hard
Other days it feels like he just let it go
Like he didn't fight, didn't say no
There was a time when it wasn't necessary
Back when it was fun; exploration
Before the gun, before devastation
Before the need, before the seed
Of the zombie weed made him bleed
Back into the needle
Go back into the needle
Live there
Live there, and stare
Sometimes he stares for hours
Doesn't notice; notices nothing
There's nothing to notice, it never changes
The same screen, the same spleen
Same inside and out
Full of pride, and doubt
But never devout
He doesn't use it to be a part of their service
The angel dust is now part of his purpose
It is his purpose
Buy more. Use. Work. Buy more
Everyone else is doing the same
But he feels dirtier somehow
Why is his vice so much worse than theirs?
It's the same thing, different setting
The same ring, different netting
We're all caught up in it
Excess and lack
Binge and purge
Singe and splurge
Burn everything to buy what you want
Do you want it, or need it?
Do you flaunt it, or bleed it?
He bleeds it, feeds it
It's almost like he believes it
Believes in it...
The drug of the minute
The spotlight makes it alright
I hope, I think, I pray
But I don't pray, I sway
And stay away from the prey
They're predators, out for my clay
I lay in a stupor
Superman in this b**h
Kryptonite on my lips
Dust falling onto her hips
She won't share unless she's high
And so am I, the very same
Elephant tranq' is to blame
Why'd he give in?
Is he so much better, hiding
Hiding from the truth, somewhat
Looking out another window of the hut?
Different perspective
Different elective
Same school of thought
Once upon a time
There was a kid who lost his mind
I think I used to be someone
Now I just stare into the sun