Frank J. Sobolewski - Tale of meth induced psychosis lyrics

tweak tweak like a chickadee She stared at her bedroom wall and drew a few lines found lunacy that night She had a problem One she didn't think she had all because of her dad It started in pure bliss chasing the devils kiss As the line dripped as the pipe chipped she wanted more stripper and a righteous who*e she say that she was there in the manger bearing gifts for the savior Proud sister to christ And she sank deeper and deeper all while praising her maker Thinking why isn't this nice I have more ice So sweet destroys ones life And yet she did not care Deceived and liked it there So she lied sprawled out on the couch Steel reeling from that last bout She lived in a prison Of many doors Preferred her dungeon she was a happy slave She had just enough to scratch that itch and twitch; as it was temporary relief from her permanent disease so with no hands she slid down the cool wet poll in a low lit room dad picker up at 2 her family wondered how far can she go? will she ever return? sad to say she may die in her ways 6 yrs after rehab 97% of methamphetamine addicts relapse (true)