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its filthy in here; bodies litter the floor
I placed myself in danger just like before
meth has consumed my life for quite some time
its not hard to see why people resort to crime
the need is what brought us all to this place
In our desperation our morals were erased   
With nothing left but an addiction to feed      
We came to this house to get what we need
Too many of us are here, its way too loud
Someone has got to weed out this crowd
the lab is scattered about as we just wait
Its so close to being done, this part I hate
The air is stuffy and the windows are small
Fans are placed to move air down the hall
A thick smoke will soon become our air
As much as I hate it I always have to stare
I am terrified of all outcomes to this but one
With odds like that you'd think i'd be done
But as the smell of acid hits me in the face
A hundred memories appear; I begin to chase 
Anxiety starts to build as I get closer to a hit
I begin a war inside me that dares me to quit
The risk that comes with all of this mess 
Threatens to take it all and leave me less 
I block out the warnings and ignore the signs
 I pretend it's a gray area without fine lines    
I am suddenly happy, it was worth the wait   
My hands are shaking, which I hate    
I get my bag and I head out the door 
I know I'll be back as soon as I need more               
Its funny how much evil we ignore to protect 
Our friendly addiction, we dare not neglect

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