telling itself to repel the pain but it never helps

this freak played it smooth, high school was hella cool

yet soon the mellow groove developed to a feral ghoul

a distorted humanoid silhouette flashes under the streetlights 

as the careless base-head materialize itself at midnight  

a sick sight, an abomination located in grimy dwelling zones

ghettos and hellholes - wherever peddlers are selling dope

base and coke takes a toll, thus The Fiend is truly creepy

like a mutant species pestering ordinary human beings

ruined dreams seen trough crude needles, gruesome scenes 

among poor people, the true leaders equals cruel dealers

consuming freedom, enslaving their folks by draining The Soul

inhaling fatal smoke, paving a road bound to be amiss   

The Way of The Fiend is a vigorous path down to the abyss

can't bounce back from the pits, the creature is trapped

by fact that a lack of smack is wack, the reason they sell loads

the day The Human decayed was - when it couldn't just say no