| You're tied down, you're locked up | |
| You've got no way out | |
| You're broke down you're fed up | |
| Your lungs start to shout | |
| You're wincing, convulsing | |
| You're aching with pain | |
| Gasping for breath, and you're feeling insane | |
| Hole after hole | |
| Just proving your point | |
| Point after point | |
| Just digging you hole | |
| Slow digging with a spoon | |
| Hooked! | |
| You're hooked on a drug that's controlling your mind | |
| Hocking your soul for that measly last dime | |
| You're dragged off and thrown in your own padded cell | |
| You've reached end of rope at bottom of well | |
| Yellow-black arm-hole of eager junk acceptance | |
| Thin steel prick cums in your arm | |
| I see you fall over and over again | |
| Hanging onto nothing you thought was a friend |