Verruckt! [june 09]

I remember the days of the closed minded
no windows
no floor
just 6 walls
no doors
and a cage you would rest in
begging for food when all they gave was a knife.
such head games but this is no puzzle
there is no life outside
your cage suspended in time
everything is behind you and you cant turn around
look now! what, how?!
a broken cage on the floor
you escaped out the window, they entered through the door
ecstasy it feels like with the sun on your skin
speed it feels like running through the wind
heroin it feels like with deep deep breathes
cocaine it is because your hungry for more
till the meth hits and youre down on the floor
and the weed fails to pick you up so you just smoke more.
as they race towards you, hatchets in hands
you are saved without a prayer in your head
through all youve done youve come out just fine
with stiff veins that cannot be broken
youd never make it out
youd never see the light
youd never feel the touch
youd be down to rot with the poison you chose.

now out
searching for more
for those youve never done
for those that got you hooked
its crazy the hold it has
not to be broken
not to be stolen/