Scraping by for the poison That takes you away from everything the living nightmares that won't go away, don't wake up It will only get worse So dependent on one thing You can never feel Chasing addiction Crutch, suffering inside Bad turned to worse Hiding from demons That come in black Executioner With death in hand Quick with no sorrow Quick and dying end Days are shorter Blurred with lesser means At times meant everything You've become a disease Inflicting sickness On everyone you touch Veins rot away a walking zombie Flesh of the dead Another junkie Losing battle This world is stricken By the burden you bring