Dope God - Coke Dreams

Prevailing addiction.

Itching at my lust is the purest form of death,
void of fear and pain it calls my name...softly,
whispering words of kindess, promises of love,
dark days like these it's the only thing that seems to care.


I tell yea, if god wants to take me he will...

Taunting my vulnerability, it calls me with each lost breath,
a small taste can do no harm, i dip my fingers in and play for awhile,
soon my tongue asks for a taste, and it feels good too,
soffucating pain and dissapointment, it takes my mind to new highs,
dollar bills and credit cards become my new best friends.

I tell yea, if god wants to take me he will...

After every cigarette and before, lines I taste - I'm now your drug whore,
suddenly pain and dissapointment is a reality yet it feels so good,
still wishing there was someone to share it with, yet I sleep alone;
that nagging voice siducing my feeble mind..come, come to me...this is your new life.

I tell yea, if god wants to take me he will...

Violent thoughts race through my head, victimised by self,
needles tear holes in my dying skin,
ripping all feeling, emotion is now dead.
Act based on instinct and not logic, fuck for a fix,
kill for a deal, murdering friends, families get no speicials,
alone now i sit in sadness, agony is not the pain but the loniest lonely I have ever been.

I tell yea, if god wants to take me he will...

For the first time I cry tears, wondering what it could have been,
nothing hurts like the lack of someone to comfort your pain,
I raise my glass to those fortunate souls, as I pull the trigger;
way faster than an overdose.

I tell yea, if god wants to take me he will...
he's coming...
I tell yea, if god wants to take me he will...
he's coming....