I have a friend now he's a fiend missing the "R" for "rehab"
I want to end this beast wishing he'd depart from these track
Marks his enemy left, kissing his arms, though I see that
It's hard to draw the lie when all you want to do is snort it
Harder still to see the point when it's buried beneath your skin
He's had his soul cracked in a way that has left him morbid
So now he smokes crack as if to cook a horrid porridge to ignore it
If he painfully cuts and gouges bright red gorges
He thinks his pain will cut it out and stop making life less gorgeous?

He wants to quit life so he doesn't quit vices
He wants to quit vices but he can't quite quit
The vice grip's too tight tourniquet persists
So he's turning in
Turning in the psycho sick cycle that twists

Although he hates vomiting drunk he has some sympathy
For those who nauseously plunge sick beneath
The wine and wino's surface
Because he constantly comes back to punch pinch and squeeze
Slipping dope in with the awful sleek vile hypodermic
And as for exits from the fix, it seems there aren't any
An effective center that exists that fixes well that's N/A
Non applicable, not at all N.A. assemblies anyway
"Narcotic's Anonymous"? These underfed malnourished skeletons with deadly frames
Once possessed identities, families and friends, but now have petty names?
He wants to quit life so he doesn't quit vices
He wants to quit vices but he can't quite quit
The vice grip's too tight tourniquet persists
So he's turning in
Turning in the psycho sick cycle that twists

How hard could it be for the needle eye to swallow thread
When it's so easy for the tip of it to swallow my friend?

He wants to quit life so he doesn't quit vices
He wants to quit vices but he can't quite quit
The vice grip's too tight tourniquet persists
So he's turning in
Turning in the psycho sick cycle that twists