sweet beelzebub please salve this soul 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 and my dharma has been soiled I’m suspended in a state of non-being I don’t feel human no more
his stuff’s the filth shoot it in the mainline hits like a speedball man, 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 am the captain of my soul but I’m drowning in a hospital bed there has to be a resolution ahead my arse is hanging out here I’m a fucking spectacle a geek in a carnival side show
don’t ever let me go send me up for life coz I wield an assassin’s blade I’ll murder your ambition so don’t tangle with me I’m one of a pestilent hoard of nomadic
junkies waiting to invade your space best fasten your doors and screw your eyes shut you’d tear open like rotting burlap sack if
you saw what we have seen we are
fattened for the slaughter in the abattoir
of dreams
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