I used to think love was the strongest drug
But there are no greater drugs than people
I love doing them, I love screwing them
I come home, peel the layers and get myself undressed
I feel so tired because there’s no time for rest
I have to battle demons in my dreams and waking life too
If I was suddenly released, that would be the best
But I love my madly, carefully crafted elixirs
I find you and liquor are the perfect mixture
To enable me to melt into the toxic twister
Head spinning, immobile now, and injured
In my dungeon, I become a part of the fixtures
I chained myself and created my own restraints
I couldn’t mold myself into your world’s constraints
I drained my own blood to don as war paint
When it stopped, my heart was anything but faint