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Theres nothing left in my bowl

except the dregs of the past

my face is numb, fingers cold

I know the fun could never last

the verdant greens once so vibrant

have been burnt black by cleansing flame

pungent smoke scared me to silence

playing a savage, losing game

I'm high again, I'm high again

forgetting all my strongest fears

paranoia setting in

shedidng some elusive tears

shadowmen lie on the walls

crimson eyes locked in on me

I hear their broken, guttural calls

yet the light I cannot see

collecting tar from escapes past

hoping for just one more trip

even though I say this time's my last

I know I'll never get a grip

on learning how to live this life

to win the day like ancestors before

instead I'll create debt and strife

until I face my sadistic lord.

I'll sigh again, I'll sigh again

my mouth fills with blackened foam

falling to the sickness that plagues my kin

that took away my definition of home

on the day I smoked these bones.