I harbor a tortured soul, I'm stripped of hope and so
Hopelessly addicted to opiates, so be it, indulge, go
Service the impluse, never mind exercising control
Sobriety effects you're emotion so let the oxy patrol
You're body and set the dial back to maximum dull
Relax and let go of society entirely, euphoria's home
Melt inside of the forged stone barracading ya dome
Gorge on the pills, don't support the force of the guilt
The peoples rehab retorts are a horse shit of a deal
You're happyness won't be restored, you'll actually feel
Like you're a walking tragedy still and grow mentally ill
Eventually you'll be vengefully fueled and end the cruel
meaningless exsistance and pass away entering another
demention and oxy will be waiting for you to regain friendship
So you see now that its senseless to break this kinship
It's oxy and Clyde and we're going to ride off into the sunset...