The tightrope of life
Someday he'll shake that rope
And fall out of life
Without
Thinking of tomorrow
Or the future to come
The things that he steals
For the rush that does kill
The needle in his vein
That takes away all his pain
For now
As he sits
Alone at home
The monkey that's on his back
Is screaming for more
All he wants
Is to blow out his mind so he tries so hard
He loves the drug
He also hates the drug for the things that he does
There's a hole
In his arm, that keeps calling his name
He has the spoon
And the rig
He clips the balloon
And pours it all in
Then it starts
The sweat starts to pour
When the target is finally made
The warm rush that starts
To fill in his brain with fear
He thinks he's won
The final game
But it comes short
So he'll try it again
He lives on a tightrope The tightrope of life Someday he'll shake that rope And fall out of life Without Thinking of tomorrow Or the future to come The things that he steals For the rush that does kill The needle in his vein That takes away all his pain For now As he sits Alone at home The monkey that's on his back Is screaming for more All he wants Is to blow out his mind so he tries so hard He loves the drug He also hates the drug for the things that he does There's a hole In his arm, that keeps calling his name He has the spoon And the rig He clips the balloon And pours it all in Then it starts The sweat starts to pour When the target is finally made The warm rush that starts To fill in his brain with fear He thinks he's won The final game But it comes short So he'll try it again Explain Request ×
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