Alive and Well and Living In the Crack Houses
Burning twisted battered cells
A thousand needles a thousand hell's
Addiction...affliction... crucifixion...
Who cries for their demons...they do
Empty spaces with empty faces a heart is torn
All the while in denial a new crack baby is born
Come inside...my genocide... suicide...
Who cries for their demons...they do
Aged anger with fermenting lies
Abuses... excuses...no compromise
Ugly sorrow...no new tomorrow...beg steal or borrow
Who cries for their demons...they do
Echoing fear through darkened skies
Silent screams...streetwise...sunrise...need more supplies
Rehab no tab...remix a fix... crucifix +
Who pays for their demons...we do
Feb.11.2016
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