Sitting here in a hard hard chair feeling rather low about a mistake i made along time ago. I've been looking for salvation ever since the scene and all i've found is a duranged entangles with needles lines and tea. Now my sharp turns and bumpy roads won't change the signs you see take it slow which every way you go you junky well he had a discust in the absence of trust and the vanquished pure mind yeah he despised lies of everykind a good man is hard to find well i once heard reality was just a crutch for the man who can't cope with drugs thats where me and my body differ I just keep on trying to get along and my contradicitng soul wispers and dreaming about the past puts me in last to change things and the blisters multiply as my neck gets stiffer.