Oh my god!nHave you seen my medicine?nI need it to keep my headnupon these shouldersnand keep the beast inside at baynnThere is love but i like fuckinnthere are drugs, if i am luckynnAnd a mothers arm nextend like the track marks from your brothers armsnand they pour it outninto these bottles of addictionsnand roach's that form in the palmnof your little baby boynnand you cover up the killingsnnThis is a battle with the bottlenand i'm losing it