In this wasteland
Surrounded by pressure,
With no oxygen tank
I begin to Start Breathing in
carbon dioxide.
Temptation everywhere
I begin to take in more toxic
Things with each measure I walk.
These drugs don't help
The alcohol doesn't numb
With my arms full of scars
From blades and needles, I hide from
The world.
Oh how nothing, nothing helps
With every inch, I'm closer to
Death waiting and screaming
for the next high.
In this wasteland, I remain
In this toxic air, I stay.