Once upon a time There was a kid who lost his mind Some days he feels like he tried hard Other days it feels like he just let it go Like he didn't fight, didn't say no There was a time when it wasn't necessary Back when it was fun; exploration Before the gun, before devastation Before the need, before the seed Of the zombie weed made him bleed Back into the needle Go back into the needle Live there Live there, and stare Sometimes he stares for hours Doesn't notice; notices nothing There's nothing to notice, it never changes The same screen, the same spleen Same inside and out Full of pride, and doubt But never devout He doesn't use it to be a part of their service The angel dust is now part of his purpose It is his purpose Buy more. Use. Work. Buy more Everyone else is doing the same But he feels dirtier somehow Why is his vice so much worse than theirs? It's the same thing, different setting The same ring, different netting
We're all caught up in it Excess and lack Binge and purge Singe and splurge Burn everything to buy what you want Do you want it, or need it? Do you flaunt it, or bleed it? He bleeds it, feeds it It's almost like he believes it Believes in it... The drug of the minute The spotlight makes it alright I hope, I think, I pray But I don't pray, I sway And stay away from the prey They're predators, out for my clay I lay in a stupor Superman in this b**h Kryptonite on my lips Dust falling onto her hips She won't share unless she's high And so am I, the very same Elephant tranq' is to blame Why'd he give in? Is he so much better, hiding Hiding from the truth, somewhat Looking out another window of the hut? Different perspective Different elective Same school of thought Once upon a time There was a kid who lost his mind I think I used to be someone Now I just stare into the sun