Presuming, that intentions were pure and soft as sheep's wool recovering a wolf in wolves clothing, engaging these nefarious atoms to participate, irresponsibly, for the good of the cause and the heard before the claw appeals to the fang as it tears away at the petrified artery belonging to its very own neck true apothecary, thy drugs are quick but all they seem to do is make us sick in awe you've had enough in awe 'just one more' I can remember what you cannot remember how my drugs have stolen the color of your eyes nothing left there is nothing left no there is nothing there. sow your eyes shut and keep on dreaming you've had enough 'i just want more!'