blocade

Can't write, read nor comprehend
A thing happened that I don't understant
A road block in my head
That makes me see Venetian red
I've got written on my face: enough, fair,
Sweaty hands, greasy hair
You are my drug, a hard drug
The soft drugs constantly bother my jug
You are my drug, a perfect drug
Without you I curl up like a dog
Beaten with a jack plug