Close your Eyes

Beyond Mr Vonnegut’s cumbersome crux

The comets erupt, rumbling the crust

The jux of the moral flux is a jump

From the lack of trust that we huddled up

But at once the fun we used to have became none

Cuz of drugs that were stuck in hands like gloves

Comforting as buzz in the brains veins above

TIL the love for it became too much to bear

The streets held them but they never cared

They feed them garbage to keep them there

The noodles don’t fill enough, they polluting air

Goblin-looking, the smell is awful over where

They toppled over, they hauntingly were scared

Of their own glare of their own throbbing pox they’ve gotten

From the constant gobbling of OxyContin

No peach cobblers or anything of the matter

Their scatterbrained and plastered all over getting sadder

Getting fatter, blood letting each others laughter

Tryna make life through the drug of blood splatter

But after the laughter just come the tears faster

 

It gets me through the day

So don’t kill me

Hear me, hear me

Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’ll be okay

Just get me through the day

 

Opium concealing, drugs syringes in buildings

In staircases where junkies be sticking their skin

In front of children, where hands become your grave

And young eyes see fate too early instead of too late

And when the sun rise the body begins to decay

Stairways are gateways to different dimensions and places

Where illegal possessions of narcotic traces

Become the faces of those forgotten, all races

Nobody is safe when heroin flows inside your head

It’ll make you ill, degrade your whole mind to bed

You may never wake up, and if you wake up from the rest

The feeling you have’ll will make you wanna be dead

 

It gets me through the day

So don’t kill me

Hear me, hear me

Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’ll be okay

Just get me through the day

 

Fentanyl capsules turn men to panhandlers

To gamblers, to managers of their own parameters

Dying of their own sovereignty that they managed

Now they still roam the planet, still cold and lonely

Still hold the same beliefs that the “drugs won’t fold me”

But they never acknowledge that they’ll never grow old, G

Instead, slowly they go deep into their own feet

Slumped over on streets, streetlights and trees

Cars roll by with a few kids in the backseat

Momma saying “close your eyes”, protecting them from atrophy

From the world's production of their own corruption

Cocaine is snuffing the lives of many youngin’s

With no time for running to save the needles getting stung in

Some coulda chose a different route as band amateurs

Somewhere between the iambic pantameters

But since they found the drugs and made it their home

They’ll house the decision, hoping they’ll grow old

 

It gets me through the day

So don’t kill me

Hear me, hear me

Maybe it’s okay, maybe it’ll be okay

Just get me through the day