Death will stare me right in the face
And all I will do is laugh with myself
While I sleep
The narcotics and the pesticides flow right through me
They poison me on the inside and out still doing no good for me
Friends made for the trend butchering them is not the only way to make it end
Watching the blade or the so-called knife take over your life
Trusting it as it digs into me
And watch it take a turn for the worst
Loving friendships are what keep me going although
It feels like the worlds against me and I am hated not for what I am
But for what my mind my body and my spirit as it guides me
The narcotics and the pesticides flow right through me
They poison me on the inside and out still doing no good for me