Cause we’re outta sugar
And we wanna BAKE.
Gotta get that white powder,
However long it take.

Cause I gotta scratch that itch,
Just need to get another fix.
Mind racing faster than the lights,
Anxiety grows as the heart ticks.

We thought we had enough to last
But our noses were bigger than our eyes.
We promised that we’d stop to sleep,
Knowing we were speaking lies.

Your hands are shaking now,
Your words stumble with each breath.
We’d better find some sugar soon,
For tonight we only dream with Death.


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