You can get me from the shelves
You can get me from the pockets
Depressed mornings 
Feeling worthless but you still are looking for me
I'm gonna smash your head
I'm gonna kill your dream and leave your friends behind
I'm like a bleeding wound from [bad word] ring
 [bad word] your feeble mind

And we all know that you're going down
Cause all you need is a pair of white lines on your table
So friends can label you
You will die in day or two
Cause all you ever needed were

Those white
Those white [bad word] lines
Those white [bad word] your life

Sometimes you think you could just quit
You think you could forget me
But you're too weak for doing it
There is a habit that woun't let you