Drunks and junkies sitting on a park bench
Trying to distinguish any memories of a past tense
Smoke until their heart's content
It's never satisfied, lives intertwine collide and capsize
Swallowing a lot of liquor, rotten alcoholics liver
Sitting back drowning your sorrows in a toxic river
Dark topics, narcotics and sharp objects
The sound of death approaching to them is just harmonic
And it's the path to a gothic existence
And it all started off just as juvenile delinquents
Refusal of drugs a futile resistance
It shows no prejudice to the different skin pigments
Chasing dragons releasing demons through a syringe
Injecting poison, treating veins like the sewers within
Urban zombies, nothing but losers to sin
But modern wizardry can't predict what the future will bring
As the hunger for crack becomes ravenous
London's packs of scavengers among the rats and savages
Mind's warp, distort your physical features
Hallucinogens have got you seeing mythical creatures
Even political leaders cut coke lines of visas
Seeing as humanity's last hope died with jesus
Watching my dad just using funds
To pay for abusive blunts which consume his lungs