The world

What has the world come too 
we dont even know who's who
when spice was in there where so many code blues
people standing on the street like a zombie or two. 
That use to be me without the zombie bit. 

Everyday was a May Day waking up sick everyday 
in my head i use to think one day this pain will go away. 

Running round out of control your actually running round like a hitlers doll one thats being controlled thats the meaning of herion to me 
you lose and forget your identity. All sense of normality. 

Im so glad I found a new me i was lost in the world called society. 

I just hope one day im totally free from all the pain and anguish which is called B.