Blood flowing from endless wrists slit.
Sucking for life like a baby on a tit.
Wasting away, milking it out.
A needle in your arm equals a gun in your mouth.
Gun in your fucking mouth.
As you lay and nod out.
Punctured veins, track mark skin.
Victim of heroin.
Lie, cheat, steal, just to make the deal.
While others break their backs to make a meal.
All your concern is escaping from what's real, and all you feel is your veins congeal.
A game of roulette; your life's on the wheel.
One bullet in the chamber and you landed first try.
Waste of life.