Russian Roulett Without A Gun

Heroin Addiction

Sweat driping down his body
throw up on the floor
he said hes sorry
but only needs a little more

He tried to get up, and u knocked him down
He tried to stay awake but you werent around
he had a home and he burned it down

differnt person differnt town
you take them over one by one
everyone tries it just for fun
its russian roulett without the gun

just a face behind the mask
one last breath another bad batch
a desperate soul
the perfect match

sleep to wake use to sleep
the one promise never intended to keep
its gone to far hes in to deep
realease yourself and set him free

even though we know he truth
we bury a secret we bury the proof
we bury a father we bury a son
to a disease that shall only grow stronger
and carry on