Deep within my battered body lies my tortured soul,

Scar tissue surrounding my veins, the desire for the needle drives me insane

I've been given a new name, Slammin Sammy and as I tie and release the demon is unleashed

I isolate and refuse to speak, no one will understand what I have to tell of all the horror that dwells within my private hell

All these things best kept to myself as I rot away waiting for my hearse to take me for the final ride down cemetery drive, where the garden of decay beckons me to stay

At last my soul drifts away and I leave you with the final thought...