The world treats us like we are all the same
Like addicts looking for someone to blame
We are trying to get a quick fix in vain
Searching for something profane
A tool to kill and ease the pain
Just something to keep us from going insane
But what if we stopped this senseless game
Of using a rush as a crutch and a cane
Which only offers temporary gain
What if we chose another lane?
What if we approached the Lion’s mane
The One who controls the wind and the rain
And called upon His wonderful name?