Strung Out

Listen to me jesus
this disease deceives us
takes us for a flight
then shoots us down
we need some protection from this soul infection
help us save ourselves before we drown

fight on fight on fight on fight on

i cant release myself
calm the storm that builds inside
kill off emotions and i'm [bad word] out again
i cant escape myself
cuz i've [bad word] all my life
kill off emotions and i'm sturng out again

a little hit can take away my fears
and make me feel a real man
selling all i have to make me whole
i can feel the fire
fueling me now i've lost control

fight on fight on fight on fight on 

 [bad word] 

i'm sick and tired of being sick and [bad word] tired
heard the last shot rired walked the high wire
no desire left now that i accept
hanging by a rope seen a little bit of hope gotta cope
this aint no [bad word] joke
cuz my next binge with the syringe might do me in
take me out
down for the count
you're living in this chaos that aint what i'm about
 [bad word] 
i see you wasing away
you look at me and you see the same
why must we be normal and sane
why must we live this life of pain

 [bad word] 

i'm just a slave headed for the grave anyway
i'm just a slave headed for the grave anyway
i'm just a slave headed for the grave anyway
i'm just a slave