Oh how I celebrate this mediocracy
Itsv been close to weeks, months maybe years
Since this needle has left my arm.
Its making my blood a little sleepy, I think my heart forgets to beat sometimes, but only sometimes.

Its paranoia of voices.
From the inside, the outside, its harder to decipher now.

This chemical army is more then kind to my happiness bubbles...they explode at a rate god never intended for us.

I wish I wish I wish I denied.
Cause since the first hit.
I've been dead inside.