the screams crashed into silence
the high times going timeless
the pathway starts to spiral
another hit erases all the pain
but you think you're flying high
another hit erases all the pain
but you think you're flying high
the vultures feast around you still
overdose on shame and insecurity
if one won't do that fistful will
black hearse the limousine
a grave filled with seduction
she builds up for destruction
another hit erases all the pain
but you think you're flying high