The Destruction of a Person (Superjoint Ritual)

You see I had some friends once before Who's not much my friends anymore I was very influential in their lives and when I lost my (So they say) Mind, they followed me though multiple deaths Because there we were on the floor slumped over and Sliding downward with syringes hanging out of our arms Another night, anyway we could, I said, "Trust me" The destruction of a person builds character, invisible Another so called group of friends Can't seem to get off the needle now again Should I blame myself? 'Cause I introduced some of them to the Devil Or just realize the Lord of light Fallen from heaven works also in mysterious ways