There’s a wild illusion going round my head
There is no solution if you are dead
Times confusing everywhere I look
Times are hard and I’m running out of luck
They said it was easy first time they said
I cocked the trigger and put it to his head
One bright galactic red from his shoulders
he was dead
I trembled waiting for the fear to pass
away
Nightmares have been my life since that
fateful day
The court appearance was all too short
appeal he said
I was taking methadone but inside I was
dead
Sorry for taking that decision that night
I joined a gang the payment is my life
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