Pray for all you need this day
To make the demons go away
Break the habit and affliction
Turn your life to fact from fiction
Turn the wheel that binds the cross
That hides the shame and hides the loss
Hidden deep as you can get it
Helps you conform, where you can't fit
Toying with the dark oblivion
Breaks you down piece by piece
Living in the fear of life
Makes the things you care for cease
Hide your mortal coil from all
Finished now, you break you fall
And in addicted self destruction
The high's, the low's, that serve no function
Another fix is what you need
Done for wanton, not for greed
Reasons fade away to grey
Tomorrow goes as yesterday
