The opiate of the masses
The straight heroin

Take a steeple and tap the vein
Feel the rush as cool conviction fills your bloodstream.
Blind faith soon kicks in to sooth your troubles
To wash away your pain
Your doubt
Your unneccesary reason.

As the high continues you see unintelligable lights which make perfect sense
And you never want to feel any other way.

Yes, you're a junkie, and you seek no redemption
You just revel in your sickness, Passing it on when you can.
You shoot up once a week,
Sit back in a dark room, and just feel the music.

The words take you

Away...


You're offered healing.
You're offered alternatives.
But you just walk through the crowd,
Stabbing innocents with needles.