Broken potential, family vice

I never listened to mothers advice

Devils were silenced, drugs stowed away Knew all along, will come a day

They make traps

They make traps for me They make traps

I will make them pay

Speed, sweat and pipes

Deep seated flight

Well to do children locked up tonight

Sessions, preventions, a heap full of ash Dilated wide, with a fist full of cash

Now you can see me, my hands on your throat Jacked up on anti-depressants and coke

Do you believe every word that I say?

You knew all along and this is the day