We soak—the solvent yet quickens our rot
Fresh dope strikes the vein in suburbia
Chemic’ly warm—to forget your life’s lot
Softest venom begets monomania

My rest in the chamber so soon expires
Can’t target my rage, the doctor, he’ll do
So soon, I’ll speak out—rapidly fired
I won’t choose my end, so your end chose you

These pills quickly put lives to ends so red
To feel alive, their heartbeats slow to nil
Don’t treat the disease, they just treat your head
Your heart shall race for mine before you’re still

The dose you served can end all pain for hours
The dose I serve yet far exceeds its power