Battle plans have been drawn
Swag exchanged at the pawn
Got the tokens at last I can feed
There\'s an itch I can\'t scratch
A real need to detach
From reality\'s nightmare and greed
So I\'ll seek out my fix
Have to deal with the pricks
Populating the world I must roam
As I pocket my wrap
Tram lines read like a map
Destination a heart with no home
I would kill for this hit
Rusty tools as my kit
An escape from emotions my goal
I was not born this way
All the games life would play
Forced me deeper down into this hole
I won\'t use an excuse
This is me breaking loose
From the life I once wished could be mine
Free from gravity\'s pull
It had all seemed so cool
When I sparked up while snorting a line