(what time is it)
(gray)
There's been something I just gotta say
Could speak my voice but I'd rather just look the other way (I'm an addict)
People around 'mind me of the possibilities plus humility
Little probability drilling and filling with rot
Brain within the static making all the (your) positive habits your worst enemy shit bad recipe
Needing the therapy 'cause my body goin' limp gotta carry me
Eyes staring me down for good reason
Consuming medicine 'cause when I'm on it I'm acting genuine
Take you straight to bed then die great gentlemen
Ya I need it 'cause I punched a wall so hard my hand had started bleeding
Done with pleading always proving myself wrong
The cellphone history saying enough
Don't be calling my bluff when you see it's empty they exempt me
20 with 8 of 'em not healthy that's enough addiction to prove the damage is hefty (liar)
Mom had left me a message I listen all the time sparing a second now question myself
What's the meaning behind
Decline in my health or rather my decline in the want for help (you're stuck)
There's a feeling of comfort within the suffering talking to my own counselor
All I get is the confirming yet concerning got me sitting back and observing
Adolescent brain with (a-)adult material burning turning
Not developing now he's a glimpse of a person (you're stuck as an addict)
It's the only f*cking thing I ever think about
It's my single greatest fear to have to say aloud
But I'd rather have the future children releasing the shroud
Of bullshit than have to pull shit off the internet
Instead they're on the riverbed thinking they shouldn't quit again
Stimulus a villainous act so people condemning them
Sending 'em down a hole they're used to living in
Keep doing this with the youth and the start to new beginning ends
So sick of this shit got me coughing the fact needing plenty coffins way too often
Kids that won't get off it it's never stopping
Addicts fall flat and collapsing in streets
Battled for life but with handfuls of berries too sweet, they drop dead