If you can't take what's on this page,

I suggest you find a way,

or perhaps lock yourself in a cage.

Rather than criticizing what I have to say,

cause there is no day,

Defeated by doubts
Fears of dead routes
Jinggling in my mind
Causing my heart to go temporary blind

Thinking is my drug
It's like a slug stuck under a rug

Where's the cure?
I need a medic here
Can't anything cure this feeling of insecure
Rather than leaving alone this lonely pioneer

Fighting this urge to take that drug
Temptation pumping in my blood
The birth of a new thug
The sensation is already thrusting through my blood

I'm back on my old drug
Sneer at me with all your heart
I don't need your antidrug
This is just my piece of art