A Circular Tab
Present of the Magic Man,
Pop it, crush it, cut,
Make a line, forget time,
Heavenly Chemical Snow.
Another night high
Kept live by magic lines
Living Powder Sky’s
Waking sleep, forgetting time,
Victim of Heavenly crime,
Running out of time
Powdered pills fill gaps inside
Loss of self, tears dry
Emotions die, I cannot cry
Holding Dear To
Prescription Lines.
