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She's A Needle


Barely alive and my soul is thirsty In my shallow frigged corner at Van Nays I'm craving a disaster, with arms wide open I welcome her She whispers elegantly into my ears in Persian Wished I never kissed her now, I can't resist her I learned that there's a price to pay when I let her into my veins Girl with golden eyes, hold me on this starless night It won't be long before she buries me with blood tainted roses because she always by my side As she holds me, scars reopen as I go insane She's inside my veins and I'm her puppet to obey Her poisonous lips to leave me trembling for more I keep regurgitating my own demise Her lies paints a fantasy of where I want to be So far from sanity, so close to heaven arms Far beyond this world I feel nothing anymore Black and blue, you left me numb her laying in liquor stench sheets As the blood is rushing from my head to my wrist, I find myself Staring into the face of death as I inhale She tells me she love me yet she leaves me to bleed Every night I'm begging her to end my worthless life Dear agony, please let go of me, she's crawling beneath my skin I have found the perfect end, disappear with her into the dark Suddenly the lights go as I fall into her suffocating tender arms Don't save me for I'm not meant to take the road to recovery Forever an addict for pain
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