Testo Logic

What is the answer for intoxicated junkies?
Decisions made to end this melt down.
There are nightmares disguised as fairy tales.
Gapping down projecting savage stares.
Acid images, of bountiful disillusions.
For me, there'll be no more proposals.

Don't trust injections, full of ammonia that wakes you, like venom through a bloodline. Aimlessly, so intense without warning, does lightning strike the rods within my brain.
It's sacrificial, and some things are better left unsaid to all.
A wink to reassure me of your certainty that I'm stable...... It's Logic.

Like clockwork.
It's logic.
Like the moon rises from the darkness.
Like clockwork.
It's logic.
Are there words to describe it?
No. It's Logic.

Robbing downers so nothing stays in range.
Guilt will send me the thought that I've gone insane.
The days are shorter and the nights lonely as hell. A warning from overdose, I've taken all that I can.
Endless stories bring a lifetime full of lies. Countless flashbacks to a time when I ate flies.
The lights are flashing, a padded room becomes my home.
Can't you realize that I'm in this all alone....... It's Logic...