You spread yourself too thin
And wait for chaos to being.
As I predicted,
You are addicted
To life with your snow white sin.

A contract I had you sign.
The fine print says that you're mine.
Come close to the mirror,
You'll see so much clearer.
You've put your own life on the line.

Through the tube, new patterns take shape,
From your mind there's no more to rape.
Through the nose you'll pay
And I'll get my way,
And you'll have you're only escape.

The rainbows of color explode,
While your brilliance and passion erode.
You'll find new hope,
In a collideascope
That you take on that stoned gravel road.