Methamphetamine
Quicksand, quick glass, collapsing down the hourglass
Crafting crystal cutting bright eyes
Blinding biting bleeding lips
Drip to the music of grinding metal teeth
The background of quick screaming heart beats
Hide the lie abysmal under covers atop of sheets
Where above lovely crystal clear tears cement and seek
The other side of a pale blistered cheek
Peek-a-boo, shadows over shoulders penetrate you
The demons of greed dress you with seeds
Glacial sweats and scorching flashes
The slow demise, slowly crumbling to fragments
Until you have become nothing but a vessel of ashes
Dancing with the moon atop jet black clouds
Feet get fastened within the cracks and grooves
But your arms still motion to the rhythm of blues
The adaptation of declining deeper
The taste of white paste burns with no concerns
Lie, cheat, and steal before you peel you skin
What it’s worth, then things get worse
Dreams drown, Friends disappear, Your mother cry’s
Partners bleed, on the corner with nothing to eat
When you were a little boy
You always wondered
Why people pulled trash cans with empty cans
Living on the streets
Crafting crystal cutting bright eyes
Blinding biting bleeding lips
Drip to the music of grinding metal teeth
The background of quick screaming heart beats
Hide the lie abysmal under covers atop of sheets
Where above lovely crystal clear tears cement and seek
The other side of a pale blistered cheek
Peek-a-boo, shadows over shoulders penetrate you
The demons of greed dress you with seeds
Glacial sweats and scorching flashes
The slow demise, slowly crumbling to fragments
Until you have become nothing but a vessel of ashes
Dancing with the moon atop jet black clouds
Feet get fastened within the cracks and grooves
But your arms still motion to the rhythm of blues
The adaptation of declining deeper
The taste of white paste burns with no concerns
Lie, cheat, and steal before you peel you skin
What it’s worth, then things get worse
Dreams drown, Friends disappear, Your mother cry’s
Partners bleed, on the corner with nothing to eat
When you were a little boy
You always wondered
Why people pulled trash cans with empty cans
Living on the streets
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