Terror

I can't believe you sunk this low, so low
You pushed too hard and lost control
Now death is reaching for your hand
and when theres nothing left
you start reaching back
Shoveling shit up your nose
Needle to your arm
Less than zero
The bottle calls
You run to it
and I need it too
anything to forget
Self destruct
You're killing yourself
You gotta fight
Pick yourself back up