Candy-Coated Nightmare.

Cotton candy day-dreams,
Butterscotch cocaine.
A twist of chocolate liquor...
Inserted in my vein.

Inhale the sweet aroma
Oh sugar-coated meth.
No, honey, this wont kill you.
But if so, you'll have sweet death.

Try this cherry Tootsie-pop,
I call this lovely "X".
Speed it up a little notch.
It's really not complex.

Baby, I'll be your goof-ball,
Your designated dream.
Just mix me with some alcohol,
Pop-rocks, and morphine.

Puff the magic green stuff,
Those candy cigarettes.
With all the possibilities,
This is the best it gets.

Candy and those things called
DRUGS,
Can drive people
INSANE,
If it's too much,
Or all screwed up,
You'll have
YOURSELF
to blame.