| Trying to run from what you are | |
| Afraid of being alive | |
| Hands shaking body aching | |
| The abuse left a permanent scar | |
| So now to get by you do whatever it takes | |
| You need your reality to hit your veins again | |
| Don't try to blame anyone | |
| Your blame is self chosen | |
| Don't come looking for sympathy | |
| 'Cause you won't get it from me | |
| You're nothing but a burned out wreck | |
| That solves problems with another hit | |
| The remedy in a bag | |
| Served up on a spoon | |
| Starts to serve it's purpose | |
| To kill the pain! | |
| Looking for the utopia you found the first time | |
| Will you ever get there again | |
| Increase the dose and soon you'll find out | |
| Was it too much or just enough | |
| The chemical satan has got you in his hell | |
| Don't you think you're better off dead | |
| Don't try to blame anyone | |
| Your pain is self chosen | |
| Don't come looking for sympathy | |
| 'Cause you won't get it from me | |
| You're nothing but a burned out wreck | |
| That solves problems with another hit | |
| The remedy in a bag | |
| Served up on a spoon | |
| Starts to serve it's purpose | |
| To kill the pain! | |
| I need to kill the pain, kill it again | |
| Need to release my pain, kill myself again | |
| Traded your life for a fix | |
| The remedy in a bag | |
| Served up on a spoon | |
| Starts to serve it's purpose | |
| To kill the pain! | |
| I need to | |
| Release my pain | |
| Help me to | |
| Kill the pain |