Confessions of a Drug Addict Lyrics

INTRO; [Jim Morrison; The Doors Movie];

Hey Man.. I feel the universe functioning perfectly but i'm still perfectly locked inside myself..

Instead of oneness i feel isolation..

CHORUS [Cynic]:

What type of drugs do you do?

And, what do you do to get your hands on your, shit mothafucka,

Huh! ...What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed,

You're all sick, is it, lack of love, or lack of your withdrawal.

Drugs!... I need femine venoms in the system,

In order to function, with the rhythm.

You get hooked to the look of wild women,

And wanna live in, the land of the unforgiven,

Habits, that turn, bad ones individuals,

make 'em, poison rituals,

Gotta have it or have it,

Welcome, your traces of an addict.

[B;REAL];

God forgive me for my bad habits,

Drug addict, needle up in my vein, I got to have it,

To kill the pain, you silly rabbit,

dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static.

Automatic, pressure, got to kill it,

Give me some act..rite juice, so I can feel it,

Aahhh...everything is all right,

The eye of the needle cries out to the dark side.

Looking inside through the outdoor knocking,

But society won't let me in, so I grab my stockin,

Put over my head, and get the dough,

Cause the needle is my God, and smack is my soul,

Paraphernalia in my domain, brings conclusion,

That I'm using, but the question is am I abusing,

Infested in the residence of pico union,

Drug intrusion, color fusion,

Invasion, of your senses, maintain relapse, Dilate eye lenses.

my dependence on the chemical, artifical dreams,

Is what, makes my, habit obscene.

CHORUS [Cynic]:

What type of drugs do you do?
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And, what do you do to get your hands on your, shit mothafucka,

Huh! ...What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed,

You're all sick, is it, lack of love, or lack of your withdrawal.

Drugs!... I need femine venoms in the system,

In order to function, with the rhythm.

[SICK JACKEN];

Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudy,

Subliminal commands will penetrate, then I get rowdy,

Conditions drowsy, the sedative brings negative energy,

I slump down and stare ahead of me.

Powerful like meth amphetamines, my state is altered,

This here's no lie, hydroponic, chronic,

Got you feeling all erotic, aphrodisiac who's got it,

Alvarado maniacs, risk prison time buyin...

...Dimes, When you got a fix, you get in the mix, there's no denyin,

Drug be the only factor, got me in the rapture,

Make an addict out of you, And proceed to capture, your mind..

[Cynic];

You're, mine, choke hold to your whole, skull, substance uncontrolled,

Who holds, straight, keys to locks, and unlocks, key holes.

The structure of my trip is unstoppable,

I'm 50 hits to the dot, all powerful.

We go, deranged and remain living the last days in the haze of purple micro.

[B;Real];

I remember when I was a high school star,

Had prom queens, scholarship, brand new car,

It's funny, you never know who your friends are,

Till you lose all your sensibilities to the jar,

From The act..rite, But I'm all wrong,

No wonder my family,

Don't wanna have nothing to do with me,

Humiliation, neglect, no respect,

The concept of rehabilitation has been swept,

I wish I was clean, a far fetched dream,

But what other way, am I gonna blow of my steam,

[Sick Jacken];
Heaven's all in this bottle of juice, Making me feel high, making me feel loose,
[Cynic]
Got nowhere to turn to, no one trust me, I don't even trust myself.....

[Outro / Scratch]..