Pushing and receeding and yet slowly depleting
Cracking and fraying and somehow decaying
Living and dying but yet still it's lying
Screaming and teething and in my face seething

This adrenaline gets me high, oh my yes.
I'm a truth junkie, I just got a head rush.
I'm empty and full a yin yang in the flesh.
I don't care if I'm dead or my body turns to mush...

The Iris, the silence, we'll push it on ya, buy this
The laughing and cackling and soon to be a half-thing
Together forever to bear through stormy weather
Me and my drug, I would die for

The adrenaline that gets me high, oh fuck yes.
I'm a lie junkie, I just got sucked dry.
I'm giving more, and I'm settling for less.
Ooooo, this is getting me high...

But soon I notice this drug has choked me voiceless.
And now the scars on arms has so far done me so much harm.
Cliched and depraved and cutting further, I'm insane.
That's all right... that's okay... I'm not the one cutting anyway.

You. Can cut. Through. Your skin.

But you. Can't. Cut Through. Your Heart.

Giving. Anything. To Be. Back where. You'd start.

This. Adrenaline. Gets me.

No where.

-Colin Keating, based on a friend's story