(you see) I had some friends once before, whose not so much my friends anymore I was very influential in their lives (so they say) , and when I lost my Mind, they followed me though multiple deaths [Chorus] (Because) there we were on the floor, slumped over and sliding downward, with syringes hanging out of our arms, another night, anyway we could. I said TRUST ME The Destruction of a Person builds character, invisible
Another group of so-called friends, can't seem to get off the needle now again Should I blame myself cause I introduced them to the devil? Or realize the life in darkness and the lord of light also works in mysterious ways.