My eyes are tired from the things i've seen
My mouth is dry from tasting poisoned leaves
I've been in a haze of green
Like needles in my skin
Feels like i could bleed
Chasing the ghost
Feeding the fix
Ignoring our souls
Pa**ing the cup
Making it last til the last drop
Pa**ing the pipe
Oh my god we're losing this fight
Chasing the ghost
Feeding the fix
Ignoring our souls
In these chains i can't be free
I'm not doing d**
The d** are doing me
Sleeping in the streets
So cold i can't feel my feet
Chasing the ghost
Feeding the fix
Ignoring our souls