we need some protection from this soul infection
help us save ourselves before we drown
calm the storm that builds inside
kill off emotions and i'm strung out again
cuz i've been running all my life
kill off emotions and i'm sturng out again
a little hit can take away my fears
and make me feel a real man
selling all i have to make me whole
fueling me now i've lost control
i'm sick and tired of being sick and fucking tired
heard the last shot rired walked the high wire
no desire left now that i accept
hanging by a rope seen a little bit of hope gotta cope
this aint no fucking joke
cuz my next binge with the syringe might do me in
you're living in this chaos that aint what i'm about
you look at me and you see the same
why must we be normal and sane
why must we live this life of pain
i'm just a slave headed for the grave anyway
i'm just a slave headed for the grave anyway
i'm just a slave headed for the grave anyway