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letra de chemical love letter - samson samson

[intro]
addiction, is a thing that people just [?] there
people just hate their actual life cause they’re weak
unqestionable addiction, that’s why i have something to do with it
most people do drugs, almost everywhere
bunch of drugs and alcoholics [?] their life
for only 10% are addicted, and that 10% is different
they are different because their brain is different
all experience towards addiction
occurs usually from our [?]
why does the people get stressed?
the second these people get pleasure
they start to do something which is enjoyable
and then they start to take a drug to reinforce that
and the third is that some people do it for impression

[hook x2]
just pop another one and everything will be ok
just eat another one and your problems will fly away
just inject some more of that liquid straight in your veins
and you’ll feel numb to what we call pain
(numb to what we call pain)

[verse 1]
feed me opiods the younger of the kids said
so i don’t cry more than how much my wrist bled
let me into paradise, parachuting scripts of oxy
and scripts of other stuffs that people call the carbon copy
i like to smurk alot when i’m on parking lot
and mumble phrases that murderers will rehe-rs- before they k!ll
from word to dot, then reverse the plott with xany bars
and get the ruger c-cked and put it to my face when i’m numb
but still hurt alot, when i’m poppin’
i hear other voices speakin’ to me
it’s like i’m never by myself and it’s like they’re eager for me
i love attention but when i’m sober i’m rocking back and forth
then when i need a shoulder no one’s waiting at the door
here we go again, round and round with some vicodin
so i can be high above of what you say like wearing [?]
and get a straw, crush it up and take it to the head
but when i fell asleep, i guess i woke up dead, d-mn

[hook x2]

[verse 2]
feed me acid tabs, to make the habit bad
to make everything around me not seem so mad
so i can laugh in the face of angels and their awkward blessings
and show em the world is what makes demons
because of mental repressing memories
this is what it’s about right?
hooked on methamphetamines
and shaking through most of the night
self suffocation by stuffing powder down the throat
without any water followed by black velvet so when i choke
i overdose, barely awake until i comatose
numb in my stomach, can tell it overloads
slapping my wrist until veins approach
and stick in needle filled with black tar
and feel the cold creep upon me until i’m close to ghost
oh, i feel it now the high is here
i can see my soul floatin’ above me clear
i can see the hooded demons talking to me
and i can see the flames approaching and i’m more than ready
here i come

[hook x2]

- samson samson

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