I Always Knew It Would Come To This

Yellow morphine skin,

With blue bloodshot eyes.

Do not let them win,

Do not let them hear your cries.


Blackened heart of cocaine and stone,

Red solo cups, cigarette burns.

You are totally alone,

I know it aches and it burns.


Acid crystals cling to the spinal cord,

Addiction starts in the heart.

It all started ‘cause you were bored,

And look! You’ve gone and lost your art!

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