Drug Life

Duration

4:04

Genres

Urban

Description

Lyrics

Can you hear me Where do I begin Why are you living Drug life of a fiend? Insists on itching Infinite addictions No restrictions Self inflicting Injections Infecting minds with conviction Requisition got you hitting it like It’s a religion Worshipping notions devoting to a cracked out ambition Missing Reminiscing a profligacy Minus fiction Keeping existence at a distance Resisting admittance To the habitual circumference circumstantial to victims Till the citizen is cast from civilisation … Within. Can you hear me Where do I begin Why are you living Drug life of a fiend? Concrete rose Predisposed Decomposed clothes Nerves exposed But from the tips of your toes Sorrow shows Hollow soul Can’t uphold what unfolds No place you call home Signpost shows that road closed You’ve been left out in the cold Lost in a crowd all alone Suppose there’s no breaking the mould Sole console Is reload You scan the road for a phone In the zone Seeking gold Dialling tone Script foretold Carved in stone It’s so old. Can you hear me Where do I begin Why are you living Drug life of a fiend? Drug life of a fiend Train of tracks On your jack’s Making doe on your back You need more Out of stacks Start to show all of your cracks Random joe bridging the gap Just one more blow and relax No control Just re-lapse Nice and slow and collapse In a hole It’s all black No-where to go and no map Was it chose or perhaps Were not told all the facts Were you thrown in and attacked Didn’t know time elapsed That’s how much conscience you lack Where is the you from the past. Can you hear me Where do I begin Why are you living Drug life of a fiend? Recognise Half your size Lack of pride Commit crime No guilty feeling inside Do anything for the ride Whatever stride to provide Hands are tied Must get high Re- supply Reach the sky Suppressed by this compromise Lost all the light in your eyes Like something inside you died They used to dazzle and shine You’re despised by your mind And my kind You can’t hide, From the tide You’ll subside No disguise You subscribe Suicide. By D3 Denetta Copeland