The cold floor cradles a naked man
It takes away his heat – but his pipe keeps him warm
His heart has barred the windows; nailed shut the door
The naked man is sinking – deep into room 4424

Look to the wall beside the naked man
Nail marks scratched deep; blood encrusting all
Traces of white powder coat the darkened floor
The lust for life is sinking – tomorrow won’t exist at all

You fucker, you whore
You addict, you hero
All you ever need is more


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