trips unresported

on the forbidden highway again , one cigarette left headed for another unlawful sin , picking up from the bottom of the bin , can't stop to save my soul , don't want to anyway, like medication but from the witch doctor , he waits on me as I roll on down this beaten path , the rain pours like rain as my mind goes insane so much past lost inside my own brain smoking sugar cain and sick sickness such a twisted mess and I'm way out there I will confess .