Overdose

Let me feel that cylinder fire and shrink As my thoughts go further into the bink I feel the ceiling behind you begin to sink I grip the sheets in terror as I hear them sing I don't wanna So I don't think so The world begins to spin I am but the shell tossed in the wind An addict without the habit Smelling sulfur and semi automatics I don't wanna So I don't think so Overdose me then be my pimp I am projecting and that's a sin The tightening of the skin The needle pokes a hole then i feel the end I don't wanna So I don't think so