beelzebub

sort me out a fix    god’s own medicine    I’m a front line pariah in the war against drugs     evil commissars have fitted me up   they planted ideas on me that were dehumanising beyond realisation       my mind shattered with the impact    my dharma has been soiled    I’m suspended in a state of non-being      I don’t feel human no more   

this stuff’s the filth    I was all lit up      like christmas in july     that was yesterday and it was good   but tomorrow looms large       coming off a bender       this is gonna hurt     and it’s gonna hurt bad     I'm still the captain of my soul     but my arse is hanging out here     I’m a fucking spectacle    a geek in a carnival side show    fattened for the slaughter       in the abattoir of dreams