An Alice in chain? Think of Layne

[Luke Saint]

Layne

Layne, Layne, Layne
You put all those needles right into your vein.
Layne, Layne, Layne
Was it the drugs or were you insane?

You were master of words
And sang like a lark.
Your voice was sublime,
Though the message oft dark.
Upon what sullen vow
Did you take claim all that pain?
And if given the chance
Would you do it again?

Trapped in a box
On an angry chair
You gave it all
With magical flair.
The very words you spoke
Were a window to your heart.
But with dangerous speed
You crawled back to start.