It’s all about the drugs my man
It’s all about the slam
It gets you going!
Putting you on that high
At least for a time
It’s euphoric as FUCK the first time
Each subsequent time after that
Becoming more & more
It’s a trip when you see them at first
A game in your head
Because you’re in another universe!
High as fuck
In good health
This drug doesn’t harm us
It helps our universe!
It’s a time & a place
Something to make sweet love too
Allowing you to transcend your worries
It’s all good
Till…you meet them.
You’ll see them even more
You’ll begin to see their forms
Eventually, you’ll see the dead
The loved ones
Lost within your head
It’s an experience
To talk to them again
Then you’ll start to see the truth
You’ll see the way they died
Repeated before you.
Death, is its own pain
Witnessing those moments again & again
Brings me suffering!
You’ll want to stop at this point
Your body will not let you.
You’re dependent now
The sadness becoming next level
As you begin to burn your hands
Break a finger here & again
Anything to bring you off that high
The one you have to take now
That zen turned horror
…It’s all about the drugs my friend…
They keep us going in this life
A self prescription
That brings about pain
Wrapped in a box
That claims happiness
I saw the walls turn to ceilings
I saw my face melt off
There was a man with massive teeth
Laughing as he cut on me
A dog, that talked
Anything I could ever want
The woman who always bakes that delicious bread
The one with a smell that seems off my friend.
Why am I telling you this now?
I’m telling you it to make sure you aren’t drawn into that place
A place that lies to us each day.
Promising an escape
Slowly driving us insane!
I’m speaking to you right now
No doubt you are receiving this somehow
That’s the great trick though my friend
Have you seen them yet?
Running things from behind the scenes
Promising you a life
A proper reality.
Don’t be fooled my friend
It’s all a lie!
If you are seeing this
Comfortably staring at your screen
If you are listening to this, maybe?
You should ponder what you believe to be true.
…It isn’t what you believe…
Sometimes you’ll see the little cracks
The things that make no sense…
The alternate histories
As they bleed through your realities
Made into entertainment & speculation
Yes, I’m speaking of things like “The Mandela Effect”
Memories that never happened
Yet, are still fresh…
They are part of the truth to this reality.
You reading this right now…
Break free from the drugs
See the truth behind the lies
-It’s All About The Drugs My Friend-