I, too, might need some relief
Relief from the world I live in
Relief from the words they told me
Relief from what I make myself to be
Give me the chemicals I need
To get myself away from this blue street

Even if they gave me a million more
I wouldn't want to taste the antidote
I feel your poison in my veins, it's burning me within
You're the serpent on the tree, you fill me with sins
And I guess if it has stopped hurting after the first bite
Maybe I got so used, or maybe I’m just high