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 exhibit as war paint

When it stopped, my heart was anything but faint

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