Your caught up in a blue and red lit haze
Sweating with your hands chained to the back of you
Wondering which events led you askew in this maze
Perhaps the metal gate will be your life's break through
Being released in the custody of the state
Chills envelope your body in disbelief
This is what addiction dictates
Fuck my fate I sigh with a resolution of grief
I asses my life and say it must be a phase
How my potential was quickly snatched with this morning's dew
There is no longer an audience that's there to praise
And I'm left to slowly commence anew
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