Letras:Flotsam And Jetsam. Cuatro. Hypodermic Midnight Snack.

Energy, reality, combined with creativity
Engulfed in popularity with everyone he knows
Dripping in humanity, exactly what a friend should be
At least that's how it used to be before he hit the stone

Shooting up
Shooting down

Stealing, hurting just to pay for what he needs to live his day
Injecting all his cares away and nodding off the time
Banging up what used to be a life of high prosperity
Complete enraged insanity for a nauseating high

Shooting up
(The claw hangs just above your head)
Shooting down
(Hypodermics gathered, make your bed)

Shooting up
(The claw hangs just above your head)
Shooting down
(Hypodermics gathered, make your bed)

Spending all of present time begging outside in the grime
Color turning slightly lime from hypodermic midnight snack
Dignity is tossed aside as he finds a place to hide
Detox without losing pride, he simply can't do that

Shooting up
(The claw hangs just above your head)
Shooting down
(Hypodermics gathered, make your bed)

Shooting up
(The claw hangs just above your head)
Shooting down
(Hypodermics gathered, make your fucking bed)

(Dignity is tossed aside for what)
Shooting up, shooting down
(You are nothing, full of needles [Incomprehensible])
Shooting up, shooting down