I’m stoned and almost deadThe sickening thoughts run through my headForsaken ground I am to be treadMalicious evil that rips up my soulHeroin, for you, I’ve lost controlYou’re like a shark in a death rollMy mind isn’t mineFor I have lost you to timePerhaps one day only the needle will shineDeadly thoughts of torment and painPerhaps I am truely insaneFor I cannot see past the rainI am lost in my stoned blurI suppose the shooting will never occurThe white dove soars away with wings on a whirA repeat of ColumbineFor which I mercilessly pineThough I’m merely another soul cryingMaybe I’ll strike fear into the hearts of few.