When we're crying for our next fix

more and more and more and more

i can't take this anymore

the things i used to adore
are nothing to me anymore
and i'm lying on the floor
see you walking trough the door
walking right trough me
you just can't see
this is what i want to be.

cause i am the music
i am the alarmcall in the night
i am the blood, drippin on the ground
i am the flower sniffin butterfly
i am the streets with open eyes
i am the noise @ six o'clock in the morning
i am the poisened water in you glass
i am the hate that you create
i am the food you're stuffin' in your mouth
i am the reason you are here
i am the lie right in front of you
i am the newspaper on your pink doormat
i am the junkie right around the corner
i am the television that's full of bullshit
i am the psycho mind in all children's head
i am the wapen that'll blow the whole world up
i am the fucked up day that won't go away
I am the living dead.