The Magic Dust
You need a fix to heal your selfish pain.
Uncontrollable urge to see the world.
You make the call to the wizard just
before you go insane. You're asking for
his help and pleading for a taste of the
magic dust that you lust that takes you
to your special place.
He's got your cure for freedom, but at an
outrageous price. You offer him your soul
cause there's nothing left in site. Your body
starts to turn inside out. Unable to stop your
hands. You know what that's all about please
tell me you do understand.
Your pain is taken over,taken over by your
hate. You see your life in living hell and
there is no hope in site. Staring at your
freedom as you pour a little out. Your eyes
sparlkle with excitement and your mind is
Hit after hit, burn after burn. Trying to keep
what's left and your mind begins to turn. You
sit back and relax and you feel that wonderful
drain. Your wizard has come through again to
ease your evil pain.
Clearing your throat before trying to speak
as your head spins out of control. You see the
shadows creeping and your sanity takes the fall.
Your heart is beating faster with every breath
you take. Tell me how you got here, was it all
The restless beast inside grows stronger by the
line. The kryptonite you thought would save you
has made you loose your mind. Speeding like a
mad man never once slowing down. Faster to that
limit where no one else is found.
The minutes grow to hours and the hours grow to
days. You're at the bottom of your barrel. Now your
eyes filled with glaze. As the magic takes control of
you, you hear the calling of your grave. Just one call
to your master your life could just been saved.
Now the fight is over there is over there is no curtain
call. As silence fills your mind your soul begins to fall.
The ride keeps getting darker and your body slowly
melts. A second chance is offered with a simple
cry for help.