16 - Ants In My Bloodstream

now trade your soul
for a habit to pollute
descending hell hole
with no parachute

the seeds will grow
down to the bone
the lowest of low
will relapse alone

controlling medication
deal with the seduction
no
never ending self destruction
never ending self destruction

dry heave into a bowl of blood and regret
serene black hole

controllingmedication
deal with the seduction
no
never ending self destruction
never ending self destruction

save me from my salvation
numbing sense of compulsion
overflowing receptors

I've got ants in my bloodstream
I've got ants in my bloodstream
it's a bad dream