Johnny's got a grip on a blissful life,& He sucks on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.& Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,& strangling his forearm to fill his veins with smack.& P.C.P. spells gun to the head,&half a syringe or a barrel full of lead.& grasping at straws and coming up empty,& Carving with his life& this somber song of hope:& "Kill me"& Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y& if she steps on some toes, its an eye for an eye& She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,& to block out the world or the fear that she'll fall.& Tightrope thins, conviction never stops.& Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop.& her security blanket has worn itself thin.& she's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.& Nothing changes nothing will.& Always skeptic, primed for the kill& Seeking nothing but selfish gain,& filling your pockets again and again.& Selling your soul, taking your fill.& Grasping at straws, feeding your own will.& Killing your conscience, empty, bereft.& Losing your life for the world, you are left alone. & Some throw bricks through windows and yell, others beat their backs for fear of hell.& Two- edged sword that cuts flesh to teh joints,& the path is narrow, you missed the point.& Fistfull of sand a pitiful prize.& You're blinding yourself, closing your eyes.& The point was made eons ago,& chaff in the wind, your life's gonna blow.& Nothing you do, nothing can be new.& What is good? What is true?& Seeking to serve not ourselves, never& the Lord is God, we will live forever.