Paradise is a Little Orange Pill

Crush the orange pills with the lighter.
Cut it down to a fine powder with the blade.
Roll the dollar bill up, snort it all up your nose,
Discover heaven is no longer just for the dead.

The amphetamines burn, but it’s a good burn.
The sweet taste is annoying, but it’ll pass.
Feel your heart beat harder, feel your nerves awaken,
Feel the dark god take over and your gone.

The words roll off of the tip of your tongue
And fall dead on the floor by your feet.
The uninitiated thinks “what a dumb, crazy fuck”
While your melts under this new suns hellish heat.

You feel the sweat, feel the moisture leave your flesh.
Feel nerves tingling, taking over your soul.
The human leaves. Only animal remains.
Animal lust. Animal hate. Animal pain.

You find yourself wondering what’s wrong with your mind?
When no answer comes, you don’t notice or care.
Only the speed matters, not you, not your thoughts.
Only the speed as any right to exist.

Someone once called drugs an artificial paradise.
Not amazingly, he was morphine addicted fuck.
Drugs are the only paradise we have left to us.
Artificial or not, it’s all we’ve got.

So cherish this feeling while it lasts.
Cherish the loss you will feel when it’s gone.
Cherish everything you feel and all that you miss,
Because when your dead, your dead and that’s all.