Drugs

by Midnight Crimson
(UK)

Drugs are revenge upon those who are weak
Turning to drugs to get some relief
Blind to the fact that your outlook is bleak
Good for a laugh but it will warp your belief
Living a life with your head in the cloud
Need to come down put your feet on the ground
Abusing and losing lost all your ethics
Need to stop and believe hope your brain gets the message