Flying High

In my youth
I escaped
With a needle in my vein
Heaven sent, devil made
My flight has come again
While my soul
Is wearing thin
Marks of death within my skin
Telling lies, living sins
I will not do it again
Watch my life
Decompose
As I walk the road I picked
By the field where hatred grows
I just did it again

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