The air is chill, cigarette burning still
I take my time grinding the mood pills
Slip them inside a mug with a happy scrawl
The sun comes up painting the concrete walls

How long till the poison under skin
will be exterminated and I win?
How long till the voices will be gone
and the living is no more lukewarm?

The sky looks gray, coffee is turning stale
I take my time learning the art of shame
It's 6 AM, still haven't been to sleep
The hours crawl, making me feel so weak

How long till the poison under skin
will be exterminated and I win?
How long till the voices will be gone
and the living is no more lukewarm?