LINES (or: "Cocaine")
White and cold
you take me now
You think your cool,
I'll make you foul
Put those lines
upon your face
Make your life
an utter waste.
Numb your veins
And make you talk
Make your legs
Refuse to walk.
Your eyes refuse
The light to see
Your soul cries out
For clemency.
By night you groove
By day you move
Until there's nothing
Left to prove.
G. Rizzo