The warmth of sweet opiates
             coursing through my veins
                   The illusion of happiness
             the  desperate attempt at escape
                 I curse each morning
               for the misery starts again
                  the chase ,the anquish
                    the cruel addiction
                   The pain ,the pain
                 I long to see that swirl of red
                      as the needle does its sin
                    mixing with that amber fuel
                   that delicious  junkies gin
                    what has brought me to this place
                 God ,or devil ,or me,
                 at this point, it makes no difference
                       the end is all I see
                      This road I'm on
                         this race to doom
                          its a race I cannot win
                        I rest on this path 
                           each ugly day
                    for a taste of that junkies gin