You can get me from the shelves You can get me from the pockets Depressed mornings Feeling worthless but you still are looking for me I'm gonna smash your head I'm gonna kill your dream and leave your friends behind I'm like a bleeding wound from a rusty ring I rule your feeble mind
And we all know that you're going down Cause all you need is a pair of white lines on your table So friends can label you You will die in day or two Cause all you ever needed were
Those white Those white fucking lines Those white lines ruin your life
Sometimes you think you could just quit You think you could forget me But you're too weak for doing it There is a habit that woun't let you