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Дата випуску: 30.11.2003
Лейбл звукозапису: 3ème Bureau, The Audio Kitchen, Wagram
Мова пісні: Англійська
Facing That Void |
Problems of addiction, for some can be different, different people |
But for Joline, lemme break it down like this |
See it started when she was an only kid |
4 5 6 when she noticed it |
That look of surprise up in her momma’s iris |
When she smiled wide-eyed as that fire hit |
And the way that it fed all the tiredness |
Right after it starved all the wiredness |
And the crazy shit that jumped off and issues that jumped up |
When Joline lighted it |
And the way she always was hiding it |
To herself and others, denying it |
Even after the doctors had told her to stop |
Cuz it was robbing her soul and she’d die from it |
But she cursed them all in their holiness |
Called 'em frauds, practicing phoniness |
So she’d lay in her bed, smoke filling her head |
Curled up with her little ball of loneliness |
Even tried to pick something new to get |
Something that’s a little less self-destructivish |
When she felt the seed of that need her mind got greedy |
She gave in and nourished it |
Told herself that she loved all the flourishes |
And the people around her encouraged it |
So what the heck another one to the neck |
And got more depressed losing control of it |
Facing that void (x2) |
Joline’s usage got rampant and out of control |
The fix hit was worth all the money and gold |
The anesthetic for her problems and a singular dose |
And without it she was doubting she would ever be whole |
The amount she used to take would just make her feel cold |
Wasn’t enough now, what she needed was MORE |
It had been a long time since she’d gotten some clothes |
And the drain on her pocketbook was starting to show |
And her eyes in her sockets they were starting to bulge |
All the muscle tone gone, just skin and bones |
And she’d talk about the same old rigamarole |
At any given time break out shaking and jonesin' |
Strange stories about her begin to be told |
About what she would do if she wanted the dough |
Even her friends said she’s at an all-time low |
Lost her job, her dog, then lost her home |
Last time that I seen her she was all alone |
So high that I thought she could probably have flown |
She recited some weird strange haunting poem |
Then laughed at a joke that was solely her own |
I had to walk away and leave that girlie alone |
Cuz I knew her type that same zombie clone |
Hope she finds what she’s looking for |
And fills that void before her mind is gone |
Facing that void (x2) |