Renfield's Syndrome

The smell, the aroma, the reason why you are existing.
The taste, the texture, the reason why you are addicted.
The sight, the vision, the reason why you are believing.
That this gives you power...

The health, the cure, the reason why you are existing.
The sweet, the sour, the reason why you are addicted.
The hate, the love, the reason why you are believing.
That this gives you power...

You wake up, and you take a drink.
As you need your daily fix.
As you wake up, and you take a drink.
Is the reason why you are addicted.

The concern, the help, the reason why you are existing.
The disease, the filth, the reason why you are addicted.
The care, the faith, the reason why you are believing.
That this gives you life...

The doses, the jabs, the reason why you are existing.
The sips, the gulps, the reason why you are addicted.
The time, the effort, the reason why you are believing.
That this gives you life...

You open the bag, and you down it all.
As you need your daily fix.
As you open the bag, and you down it all.
Is the reason why you are addicted.

Your skin becomes pale, and your lips become weathered.
Your mind slowly cracks, and your eyes become darker.
Your body convulses, and your muscles collapse.

You look around, and you take it all in.
As you had your daily fix.
As you look around, and you take it all.
As you lick up the last of your own blood.