I've got no eyes that I can see
Got no one to comfort me
I've got no mind that I can tell
Just these memories of Hell
A burning flame of slow desire
Crystal ice melts the fire

A generation wasted on candy
For a grave
Once you've tasted
You become another slave

It cranks out zombies
Like the living dead
Tweaks your body
And tooks your head

War torn streets
Unwelcome guest
Your heart still beats
But there's nothing left

All those bright eyed kids
And now there gone
For a white powder
That tastes so strong