Many lost souls
With no place in society
Have been banished from their homes
For dishonorable actions, possessing zero piety.

Left behind
On the street
No money, No meat.
Just drugs, Wonderful Wonderful DRUGS.

Lying
In the park
On this Godless Earth
What is the point? What is the point?

With drugs
In the ally way
Nodding off, needle in the arm
Drifting away, away, away. . . what is the point?

Jobless
Homeless
Rodent of a society
That no longer needs him.

Lost
In a world
Of Madness
And DRUGS

Drugs
More drugs
Robbery and Murder
For DRUGS, what is the point?

Shaggy beard
Filthy long hair
Torn jeans and a raged shirt
What is the point? Passes out in the dirt.

Friends
Are all gone
The Fiends are what remain
Pinching at the drained soul of this lightless vessel

More
ENOUGH
What is the point?
DRUGS, more and more DRUGS.

TERROR
A bag full of grenades
Automatic rifle and a case of almonds
Lost children spawned from a world of MADNESS.

Mayhem cry’s out
In the moonless night
Mother cry’s as the shadow
Rises from her child’s lifeless corpse

Street junky
Is bedazzled by
The fierce blaze and
The sound of metal showers

What
Is the point
Of this cruel
Game I must play?