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ADICT
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Liveing in a twylight zone
Dreaming of a place called home
Aching body tired red eyes
Liveing in a world of lies
Never awake yet, never asleep
Hateing the needle yet digging it deep
Forever yearning but to weary to weep
Wondering hoe i met this fate
Liveing in this nightmare ache
This demon has got me i think its to late.
Oh if there is a god and he knows of my dread.
Ask him, give me his hand coz i`me already one of the walking dead.
Let him take me with him past the moon and the sun.
where everyones happy & theres no sin, Oh but most of all lord say there`s no heroin.
Becoz H is for Hell & i`ve already been.
Help me throw out the spike,
Give me your light please god i can`t take one more shivering night. Take me to heaven to a freedom so bright.
For the drug is th creeper.
The dealers the grim reaper.
The devil thier keeper.
Tell me then god, please.
Who`s the Adicts redeemer?
Acacia28
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