Dog Days John Carcer

In my own town got enemy hoppers
Enemy choppers
Enemy coppers
Enemy dogs, it's in my blood
Done back for good
Its in vein
Clear like blue
Here's a clue
What to do
Smoked an ounce of crack
Never came back
See enemies all around me
I'm suffering

I'm suffering
Paranoia at the mind
Demons chasing me from the sky
Shadow people watching me sleep
Wasteboys watching my every move
I wash away
Float to sea
Cut my wrists I'm too scared
I wanna be with you in the sky
To fall down to the ground
From the opium dreams
And the terror of Piggsy chasing me around
I want out
Want it out
Of my head I want it disappear
Forever
Chase my dreams not to gain the cash
Even though it's for surviving in the rot
Rotting away
Wood planks turn brittle and fall on me
I'm crushing down
I'm crumbling down with no help I can seek