The Infinite Deaths of Adam and Acid Jazz

There's a room in a warm town that holds a poet He quivering and shaking and no one knows it Critically alone when he needs a friend most Shadows from his past are haunting him like ghosts I shot up enough just kill the pain A harmless little dose just to calm my brain Til I was caught making love to my sins again A tiny stoner wreck spewing lies again And I could still hear the cream calling out in sultry tones Bleed digital until you stop the urge to moan Keep slaying demons til you calm down again Before you need a noose on every streetlight calling your name There's a room in warm town that's filled with sorrow Who's to say that the poet will survive til tomorrow? Driven to despair by the weight of his sins A grieving poet gives birth to words again A stone on my chest gives me reason to breathe As if I've been given life just to try to break free From the crimson walls with pale white bars Just to be driven into space from the grilles of the cars Like a crazy diamond, the sun's shining on me Out here in space with nothing to protect me I watch as my last remaining breaths turn to ice Half-mineral, half-animal, a creation of my own device