Burnt offering from a cheesy scrap

I once wrote these lyrics as a possible song (and now can see that my imagery is all wrong, but I still kind of like them).

We sit in a crowded hut, sitting on bare-wooden seats
Craving our drug of choice, looking for a better life
The other addicts are restless, the rumbling of an unfulfilled group
The dealer comes out and suddenly a hush descends around
We pass the money to get our fix
Preyed on by the powerful, too weak to stand alone
The wonder of the universe passes us by as we look for a way out
Our lives don't mean anything without this answer
The warm feel as the energy passes through, it's time to feel alive
No longer frightened without it, but glowing in the glory
People on the street peddling filthy wares
A wrap or a book as deadly as one another
Religion defines the righteous, a needle defines the nonentity
Or is it the other way round. Whatever. I'm coming alive, I'm a true unbeliever

I had totally forgotten about them until I visited my great friend Jamie's myspace page and came across an awesome demo he did.

He took the basis of my words, sorted out my shoddy imagery and added his own excellent touch. It's a rough draft but if you want to hear how someone with actual talent can take some words and transform them into something more then it's worth checking out.

Jamie's version is called "Burnt Offering".