In memory of those sweet souls that
lost their war to addiction,
and hopefully an anthem to those
presently at war with it.
You see, I have this disease.
Smells like a funeral.
It makes me believe ,
I have control.
I'm just weak,
And falling apart
Lord, help me please!
Pull me apart.
I need surgery!
I ain't messin' around
Do it now!
You see, I have this disease.
It runs through my veins,
Can I not be free?
Cause I'm just weak,
And falling apart
Lord, help me please!
Tear me apart
I need surgery!
I ain't messin' around
Do it now!
Help me please!
You see, I have this disease...
