Thoughts of greater lives spin slowly in my mind...
Knowing the level of intelligence that I use as my guide...
In my head I suffer as a prisoner of the Dark Ferris Wheel,
I long for the escape but the supplier might kill...
The surplus of speed I numb the pain,
Nothing can possibly matter once I find the vein...
No longer my reflection my morals stained,
Habits forsake me
Family betrayed me
Friends obey me if my bag is large 
If the feds come running only I will take the charge 
To late to slowdown repeats in my mind 
To late to slowdown repeats in my mind...