Apr 02, 2008 01:44
the madness in my head
tends to cloud reason
can never tell its dead
my soul is treason
put the system in peril
the drug can kill
this needles not sterile
no such skill
i'll never understand
how you work
go for grand
im just the clerk
it wouldnt last
neither of us good enough
i know its crass
call the bluff
maybe
just maybe
its the crossroad in your head