Everybody's talking about death that creeps
Television breaking every code of ethics
My mind is distracted and I'm running around
My heart is pounding to the killing sound

Please keep my soul
I feel it's growing cold

Heroin is cheap and all too accessible
The streets are filled with people who beg who beg who beg
I'm not an angel or a saint from the skies
The air is filled with darkness and it's blinding my eyes

There's more to life than my eye can see
There's got a glimpse of eternity
There's more to life than my eye can see
Deep in the dirt I found my redemption