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you don't know how to live how can you thou raised up so rough in this world so fake as your heart was hurled into fires lake burned away unlikely to rise again because of the evil that you accept within the rush you get from this needle the thrill the pill and dollar bill will kill will steal and make you ill eyes all red sky is toxic cries from the dead screaming we've lost it hoping to find the promised land staying on this grind with my damaged hand need a fix to shake off death my daily mix of this meth dieing every breath now please let me explain to you why my history isn't nothing new full of misery started when I was 14 with a pill and needle 80 mg oxy shot right into my vein now don't judge me people I was never the same and only one to blame is all of you funding wars and buying death as my face goes blue you smoke or shoot your meth unable to even fathom that all of this is a trick this is a real life anthem as I make a prick Im an addict I know what this does it killed my father just for the buzz he can't get no higher but now he's just dust as my memories are full of misery there are no remedies to change my history if I could I be a saint I would be good practicing restraint