Bring the Pain

I’m in the rush cause this stuff makes me cope better No longer touched by this rough an bitter cold weather That’s the state in which I always wrote letters It runs through my veins – I wish it lasts fo’ever I know it ain’t real but it don’t matter I never meant to heal what don’t belongs together

Panic attacks roll over my mind And the pain is inclusive, so Lucifer is fine I’m getting mad in this – Anarchists walk the line With a pack of Cannabis, medicine to get blind But the weed made my heart running – running out of time Only alcohol can give me all I ever used to find I’m driving insane in the brain – it’s my prime I’m a critical theorist, a menace to your crimes