Crack Head

Lowly soul
Lowering knife
Low on crack
Lowlife

Razor’s dirty
Who gives a shit
No pain, no gain
Just got to get past it

Sweet, sweet relief
Poked into my veins
Swimming in my blood
Instant ecstasy I gain

Pure joy
That sails me away
My dirty little savior
Gets me through the day

Gives me an escape
That I could only dream of
If I could sleep at all
My nights aren’t full of love

I am a living nightmare
And my kind do not dream
Living life full of pain
Enough to make you scream

Smack, Crackle, Pop?
No, heroin!
Reminders on my cereal box
Of what deep shit I’m in

I cannot forget
To get out of today while I can
Poke, cut, snort, smoke
Like the other days I’ve ran

Cut out of this hell
And shoved into the light
Where I actually have
Sweet dreams at night