WuNdErLaNd

Take the leap, the plunge down the rabbit hole again, where substances are your only friend
where in every beginning, there only always follows an end
dive head first into a sea of pretty colors and beautiful faces, imaginative places
where no matter how bad we’re feeling, the drugs can save us
until the thrill wears off and you’re left shaky and pale and fragile
stumbling around in dark places like a little lost child
your body hurts, your head weighs a ton, but you instinctively crave more and more
so you grab your coat, you caved, you’re out the door, but fall to the floor
get back up and find a dirty scene where you can once again fill your fix
surrounded by angels with dirty faces flipping tricks
the strings tugging at your heart seem so hard to break
you’re sick and twisted and afraid and don’t know how much more you can take
but you’re still right back at it, like nothing ever changed, the fear doesn’t own you
it’s the substance that owns you, the only thing that knows how to love you
and it’s down the rabbit hole again, it seems to get deeper every time
always unconsciously afraid of the things you might find, hidden inside your mind
the pain from the day goes away and you’re free, but a hostage all the same
a pawn in the bigger picture, a playtoy in the devil’s scheming game
not knowing anymore the difference between wrong and right
saying “fuck what I’m told”, always stuck on fight – or - flight
laughing along with friends and acquaintances one minute, alone in the corner the next
fear goes up in smoke, and back into your lungs when you’re vulnerable and unprotected
and it’s such a vicious cycle, baby, it’s always repeat repeat repeat
until you’re so out of control you literally have no retreat
repeat until you are a skeleton of who you once were
repeat until every memory you ever had is now only a blur
repeat until your minds a maze not even a master could figure out
until you’re in too deep to give a fuck, or ever get out.
there are no beautiful faces at all anymore, every girl is only a whore
there are no pretty colors to fill the voids, there’s no freedom behind the door
it’s dark and black and your chest hurts, the most pain you’ve ever felt
and people aren’t sure what to do, so they ignore it as you slowly melt away
and you’re breathing heavy and trying to focus but there is nothing to focus on
because everything good you once had is now all gone
and it’s the same old tune inside your head, the same old song playing all along
“ooh baby, I wish you knew what it was like to be strong, but thanks for tagging along”
there’s never any winning in a game that always has the same kind of outcome
there’s never any justice when the devil beats the drum.