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?