It all started out for pleasure How did it go so wrong? My descent was so gradual So little in so long I've got the poison It rears up and chains me down I've got the antidote I've got excuses Piled high as the eye can see I only smoke when I'm drunk Some people call it apathy Some people call it sloth Like some other certain substances It leads to harder stuff I've got the poison It rears up and chains me down I've got the antidote I've got excuses Piled high as the eye can see I only smoke when I'm drunk Rears up and chains me down... Rears up and chains me down... I've got the poison It rears up and chains me down I've got the antidote