When the lust was gone and my mind grew thin
Dreamt of a face in a black limousine
When the window rolled down, she made me a deal
Only when I got home, the nightmare was real
It grows in your body, this terrible seed
It weans the addiction that you hate but you need
You open the packet and you loosen your belt
And you warm up the spoon ‘til the acorns can melt
This is the path I have chosen for me
I was born in a prison and each hit I am free
Instead of spending a life as something I’m not
It’s heating, it’s heating, it’s heating, it’s hot
It sucks up the syringe in a fiery flight
And if I turn blue it’ll turn out my light
Tonight

I shot myself up and the lights are green
I shot myself up, I’ve shattered the screen
I shot myself up and the lights turning blue
I shot myself up, my young life is through

Through the bliss and the pain, I’m aware of the shape
Of a man in the corner, hunched up like an ape
His body is fragile, his torso is bone
And when he starts speaking, his voice a low moan
Now he’s crawling towards me on his needle track limbs
Because of my habit, I must look like him
He’s close enough now that I can hear what he says
And I see in his eyes that my actions dismay
“Got some advice for you, son, looks like you need it
‘Cause you’ve started up doing some serious bullshit”

And I know what he’ll say
Hang on ‘til the day

You shot yourself up on the edge of a knife
You shot yourself up, but don’t give up life
This creature has come here to sort my life out
He’s leaning in close and he’s starting to shout

“What the hell are you doing, man? This is all wrong
Shut down the laptop and stop writing this song
You ain’t ever suffered, in your whole life you won’t
Think you know how it feels but it’s clear that you don’t
You’ll never do smack and you’ll never know fear
Worst day of your life was when you got diarrhoea
Saddest moment of yours was the end of Titanic
Walking home after midnight puts you into a panic
Gave five cents to the homeless and your poor heart tugged
At the guilt you would feel if they spent it on drugs
While they’re freezing outside, lost, hungry and sick
You’re browsing the web and you’re measuring your dick
Yet you even believe you’re a common man’s poet
Your ego’s enormous, even astronauts know it
Kids will go hungry, mum chose smack over dinner
You stare in the mirror and desire to be thinner
Dad’s not around, he OD’d in his twenties
And for most of your life you’ve been surrounded by plenty
Forget about the poem, give it up, man
Don’t speak for them ‘cause you don’t understand”

I turned off the laptop, I’d finished the song
I closed the thesaurus, the man must be wrong
I warmed up some cocoa, though it’s all in my head
I am a true artist, now I’m going to bed