Smack attack

Man down - flat on your bloody face, from my side its 'bliss' but others will think: what a fucking disgrace? Completely wasted, totally and utterly out of it; you know the story - different day but same old shit. 'Funny' part is it doesn't matter how shit faced you get, getting shitfaced will and does always cause reget. Completely confused and always after the sweet honey you've tasted, yet so annoyed and pissed off about all the money and hard work you just wasted...
And you know how fucking amazing it is to be clean, cause how many times in that heaven have you not been. In that world you dont have one single fucking worry, not one reason to be or for yourself feel sorry. Yet you choose to suffer and on yourself make it so freaking hard, always fucking procrastinating on that one single choice that will lead to a fresh start...
What it it that you so hectically fear, why is it so fucking difficult to move away from the gear? Youll never understand how this shit eats away at you, you feel completely fucking powerless like theres absolutely nothing about this you can do. You really just lose huge chunks of yourself along the way and the parts you dont lose or sell they just conveniently dissapear one day...

'Bird of prey, bird of prey. Flying high, flying high, gently pass on by. Bird of Prey, Bird of Prey, Flying high, flying high. Am i going to die?'

The Doors - Bird of prey