Lessons lost lessons gained From this world of lost souls and pain. Triumph over those that fry there brain. Sad sounds come from those that do Cocaine. Lost dreams and hopes burn in the bowl as your mind floats' The beautiful  thought of a smoke keeps you aflot, masking troubling thoughts from the brain. Infatuated with the embrace of caine, now your soul carry's  the pain. Face distorted with pain, Death's calling card sponsored by caine.