Fromjoy Symptoms.13.7.
The controlling grip that it has on my body, leaving its mark on my skin
Making sure that I will never forget the guilt, the shame, the sin
It's like a vacuum hurricane, tearing me apart and sucking out my brain
No way to fix this, so I wallow in doubt and let the clouds form and rain
The shackles to substance fuels our primordial sustenance (Sustenance)
Forget the memory, destroy the trauma just to let it regain relevance
It pricks my skin (The unforgiving guilt)
I wish I could've prevented everything, age and weakness stopped me
Now my worst fears, and toxins in my veins, is turning me into something I don't want to be
Relapse, memory banks close, lose control (Lose control)
I now only feel comfortable with the bottle and the smoke
Angels ashes, crystal ice, cold snow, bloodshot eyes
I remember the needle and flower on your arm when I said
"Please don't close your eyes"
Fuck
