Tricycle of Doom

Uncontrolled substances are ruling our lives
Leaving out the pain of our spiritual lies
You don’t need to worry about, what it kills
Your brains already gone, from those momentary thrills

A wretch dose initially set the noose
Then they come and deflect my impenitent use
Exhume the pain of your innocent frills
Cause mestopheles is always ever on your heels

Bereavement soon follows in the after life
Defunctive scars from wretched knives
Next you afflicted by the famine of life
A necrosis that ensures your gonna die

Nothing through eternity that we can’t think
Paranoia unleashed through filament links
Deaths already knocking on your door
Cause he feels your evil coming from every pore