Strung Out (3rd Strike)

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 i cant release myself calm the storm that builds inside kill off emotions and i'm strung out again i cant escape myself cuz i've been running 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 i'm sick and tired of being sick and fucking 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 fucking 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 motherfucker 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 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