In the midst of my own affairs, you confronted me with your addiction to cocaine, With these assaults on my peace, not just a one-time pain. They’ve been ongoing forever, you always seek my aid, To become your middle man, to fuel your addiction trade.

Over and over again, you come to me, With your addiction in tow, like a ticking time bomb, ready to be. Each time I refuse, you attack with a ferocity unknown, Judging my meager existence, my lack of luxury shown.

Born into poverty, I am a target in your eyes, A pawn to be used and abused, until my soul dies. You want to put me down the rabbit hole, where insanity lies, Where you can control me and use me, until your addiction satisfies.

Let’s make him our slave to addiction, oh what a game, To judge and attack, not like normal men, but like insane. Mad junkies that want their fix, oh Fons, yes, you shall obey, Because we’re junkies who don’t want to be judged or named.

Your addiction is a demon, a monster in disguise, Controlling every aspect of your life, until it’s demise. You are blinded by its allure, unable to see, The destruction and chaos it brings, all around thee.

We’ll ruin your life, take all that you’re worth, So that each time you die, only we’ll reap the mirth. Buying more cocaine, getting even higher, Smoking it, snorting it, we’ll never tire.

We’ll continue to use and abuse you, Living in our own bliss, destroying lives anew. Pissing and shitting where we eat, sleep and screw, Snorting all kinds of powder, popping pills and shooting up too.

We are who we are, we love it, we hate it with a passion, Living from fix to fix, never thinking of our actions. So, Fons, you’re in our way until we die, We’ll continue to live in our addiction, until the end of time.

Your existence is meaningless to us, unless we can use you, As a tool to fuel our addiction, no matter the abuse we put you through. You are just a means to an end, a stepping stone to our next high, We don’t care about your struggles, your pain, or your battle cry.

Our passion for destruction is all-consuming, never-ending, We’ll keep on attacking, keep on descending. Until our addiction takes us to an early grave, And the world will be left with nothing, but the memories of our deprave.