16 bars 1*Gettin high escaping l  m4ife Hiding behind glass bowl 2* Unloading thick clouds of ash and smoke  Inhaling crystal vapors until I choke 3*Feeling invincible as the devil grips me with his strong hold Suffocating my Hurt as the smoke rolls down back of my throat  4*lost in madness of laughter spinning glass  As the bowl slowly turns black from ash 5*Ice melts and cracks back Intensity it creàtes becomes the ultimate blast 6*Consuming every bit I can, bag after bag, Praying peace and happiness will last 7*. Put everything,all I had, in a line. Rolled up my last dollar bill,and it's gone in no time   8*Thought I was happy,until I didn't have a dime.The effects wear off,the hardness turns soft,Your mind,a compass,and you're still lost. 9*See you were totally wrong,your many chances far to gone,Time spent in this pursuit lasted way to long 10*Eyes start to water everytime you hear your own songs, but Love's gone, and who used to make you happy already moved on, 11* You and Happy Medicine stop getting along,   but not suprised, You start looking into new ways to get high 12*Reality causes you to run and hide, Forcing all the pain that tortures you inside You finally break down and start to cry. 13*Old ghosts in the mirror find their home inside your mind  Telling you the only way to cope is suicide 14*Losing what's left of your treasured pride, You begin to lie,saying you'll only get high like this one time 15* Easily get drugs and syringe,shaking a bit,blaming stress,    You roll up your sleeve searching for veins   16*Sick of games people play, you insert it in and fill its strength Realizing your fear of needles had been based on lies Insert it in,and draw the blood,Feel the strength fill up in side,and the fears of needles was just another lie.You love yourself all over again,and can't see why people don't give this a try. Speeds through you like a freight train,taking you to new heights like atn advanced air plane,thoughts become more sane,and you finally feel like you can do anything.Things are good so you do it more,but then you become trapped in this scene where lifes even more worse than it used to seem.What made you to blind to see?You used to be so scared of needles that you hated phlebotomy. Everything soon becomes dark,loose the will to try and talk.Nothing moves forward,your world stops.Everything that you put up,suddenly drops.You're finally at the.bottom with no way of reaching the top.You crush up all your rocks as you search for a sock.Tie it around your arm in the best kind of knot.All your veins left,suddenly pop,killed by the drugs and after shock.Stand in front of the mirror for this one last high,didn't listen to the voices at first,atleast you tried.Find the biggest vein that's still visible on your neck,Syringe is full,and you welcome death.Insert it in,and draw back the blood.Then flush it down and you only wish you always felt this good.Fall to the ground,your insides pound,and that is the only sound.You simply loose the fight,and the last thing you see in this troubled life is your only loved one that really tries.Can't bear to look at her as she starts to cry,and so you just do what you've always done,and close your eyes.