Samson Samson - Chemical Love Letter lyrics

[Intro] Addiction, is a thing that people just [?] there People just hate their actual life cause they're weak Unqestionable addiction, that's why I have something to do with it Most people do d**, almost everywhere Bunch of d** and alcoholics [?] their life For only 10% are addicted, and that 10% is different They are different because their brain is different All experience towards addiction Occurs usually from our [?] Why does the people get stressed? The second these people get pleasure They start to do something which is enjoyable And then they start to take a drug to reinforce that And the third is that some people do it for impression [Hook x2] Just pop another one and everything will be ok Just eat another one and your problems will fly away Just inject some more of that liquid straight in your veins And you'll feel numb to what we call pain (Numb to what we call pain) [Verse 1] Feed me opiods the younger of the kids said So I don't cry more than how much my wrist bled Let me into paradise, parachuting scripts of oxy And scripts of other stuffs that people call the carbon copy I like to smurk alot when I'm on parking lot And mumble phrases that murderers will rehearse before they k** From word to dot, then reverse the plott with xany bars And get the ruger co*ked and put it to my face when I'm numb But still hurt alot, when I'm poppin' I hear other voices speakin' to me It's like I'm never by myself and it's like they're eager for me I love attention but when I'm sober I'm rocking back and forth Then when I need a shoulder no one's waiting at the door Here we go again, round and round with some vicodin So I can be high above of what you say like wearing [?] And get a straw, crush it up and take it to the head But when I fell asleep, I guess I woke up dead, damn [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Feed me acid tabs, to make the habit bad To make everything around me not seem so mad So I can laugh in the face of angels and their awkward blessings And show em the world is what makes demons Because of mental repressing memories This is what it's about right? Hooked on methamphetamines And shaking through most of the night Self suffocation by stuffing powder down the throat Without any water followed by black velvet so when I choke I overdose, barely awake until I comatose Numb in my stomach, can tell it overloads Slapping my wrist until veins approach And stick in needle filled with black tar And feel the cold creep upon me until I'm close to ghost Oh, I feel it now the high is here I can see my soul floatin' above me clear I can see the hooded demons talking to me And I can see the flames approaching and I'm more than ready Here I come [Hook x2]