Self-Destructive Muses

In a moment of weakness
They chose to relieve the stress
Light the flame, there's no more pain
You're not an addict? Cobain!

Subliminal thoughts comfort
With your euphoric cohort
What you've got crawling through you
Maggots bred from black tar stew.

Wood if you could beat the vice
Else pay the ultimate price
Mother Love is left undone
Flipper babies have no fun.

Alice in a wonderland
Inject your tonic so grand
When your life becomes so stale
Vanish for your Holy Grail.