Mountains of Cocaine

We suck the white

powder trough our nose,

Not sure what's

going to happen,

who knows.

If I could breath trough

my skin,

I would give my nose

to the moon,

And my mouth

to the sin.

Cocaine is the 

drugs we can't miss,

It makes us feel good,

Feel special,

And gives our mind a 

little twist.

The evil spirit

penetrates my mind,

I'm going blind.

Can we blow the 

clouds away,

I want to kneel down

in the sun,

And pray.

We were dared to

play this game,

Now look at us

nothing is the same.