Another day I awake, to that guttural ache
I was born in a suffering age, meant to pay
For my parents mistakes
Im an abuser, a born again loser, stuck in a cycle of hate
A life of self decay
Its always there in the back of my mind
Like a parasite, that keeps me up at night
From the needle to the grave I remain a slave
Till the day I die
Im counting nails, like jesus christ, on a crucifix of time
Im an abuser, a f*cking loser, stuck in a cycle of hate, a life of self decay
From the needle to the grave I remain a slave, till the day I die
Im counting nails, like jesus christ, on a crucifix of time
Eyes bloodshot, in the dope spot. Sticking with the needle never f*cking with the crack rock
Waiting for this dope to kick in, let it flow through paper and pen
And let this mother f*ckin shit set it off
Till Im pulling guts out and the morphine sets me free
I am comatose, eyes closed, praying for another dose
Chemicals take ahold of me until I cant breathe
Hyperventilate, can't see straight, higher than god himself upon a new plane
Just to come back down, when the dope runs out
From the needle to the grave, I remain a slave, to self inflicted pain
Im counting nails, like jesus christ, on this crucifix of mine
Im crucified every time I open my eyes
