state of euphoria

hallucinations,and visions of Satani'm selling my soulwithout hesitation.saying goodbyeto a picture, now empty.take a puff of this,welcome to my table of plentywhere you can get high without wingsi assure youit doesn't but sting.and if your intocutting a bit,there's knives at the tableplease friendcome sit.let us get lostinside our own heads,find our diseaseand watch while it spreadsand infects us.reality fades,now, try to focusas your thoughts play charades.another IV?this time it wont hurtyour pain receptorsno longer workso come and get high,on this shit like baitluring us intoa comatose state...