Something to feed my soul
Is needed to make start seeing
To recall the act of speaking
To make me go back to dreaming
Then something else for breathing
'Cause today i wasn't living
And your words i was not percieving

Then she comes to me
With her deep green eyes
She's the smoke of god
She is made of stone
And i surrender to her


I heard the sound of salvation
I am cured from soul starvation
I learned to manage frustration
I was no longer held by depresion
She was my total completion
She knew all my confesions
I am doomed by her opresion

When she came to me
I was too weak to resist
She took away my life
And i couldn't fight

Nothing else i can see
But her sweet tasty smoke
I cannot have relief
I fell in love with death


(to all the people who smoke dope...
WAKE UP, IT FUCKING KILLS YOU)

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