Better Than Drugs (02.10.14)

The bad weather
She sleeps together
With someone else
Without a sence

I know the measure
I need my pleasure
But I feel chains
Surround my brains

And so I know the way to heal me
 [bad word] is better than drugs
But rock is better than 

The bad weather
She goes to nether
Down the drain
Under the train

Forget the measure
You need your pleasure
With someone else
Without a sence

And I can tell you the way of healing