You call yourself a human,

But I see someone dead..

Killed by a forever chilling smoke

That has left you here in bed.

Not a movement in your body,

You have yet to inhale your death

But one hit and you’ll see aliens

Welcome, to your high on meth.

Won’t it be wonderful to live life paranoid

To think the CIA is at your door.

Can’t you wait for no sleep in days,

Won’t it be great when your poor.

Aren’t you excited for conversations with people

While your eyes roll to the back of your head,

And you should begin to make your burial arrangements,

Because by this time next year you’ll be dead.

Don’t worry there’s more, when your hit begins to fade,

You get to itch and pick open your skin

But your just making it easier,

For the meth bugs to get in.

And then you’ll here the voices

Telling you to clean,

And when you think you’ve got so much done,

You’ll realize you spent hours on one thing.

Friends and family disappear

All possessions slip away

You live for your next high,

The same high that kills you more each day.

Does it sound like a dream life??

Is it the path you want to go??

Bottom line: METH KILLS!

So, did you know??